There was a methodical means to which she worked the wetstone across the edge of her blade. First one side and then the other. The action not truly needed because of how well she tended to the sword in general. However, one had to do something to past the time and there was a sense of pleasure at how keen the edge could become. How deadly it was. At least to those that warranted that edge, so much could be done with just the flat of the blade. Those moments when she toyed with someone while she fought to get answers.<br/><br/>In the darkness she worked, the only light being the few sparks that kicked up from when the stone met the edge of the blade. It seemed to be the noise needed to awaken the girl who was asleep on the bed. One of the few pieces of furniture in the sparsely furnished room.<br/><br/>“I was afraid that I would have to physically wake you, which for you would not be a good thing,” Ezra replied the sword still in hand. “Now this is the situation as you see it,” she remarked. “You are one of three things,” up from the chair she stood and stalked over to the bed. “One you are just dumb and came across that trinket. Two, you are a dumb thief that stole that from someone who is going to come looking for you…” there was a pause now as Ezra looked over her blade. “Last but probably the most damning of the three. You are the princess that was recently sent away by her siblings. A valuable bit of information for me, but a terrible bit of information for you. Because your family every last single one of them is a worthless piece of shit that has done nothing but hurt us and abuse their power. Even if you were cast out, your blood is the same as their own. So, you are just as guilty as them.”<br/><br/>Now beside the bed, sword pointed to the girl, “Tell me why I should not kill you?”