At the sharp sound of the smack, Arryk scowled and looked over at Adia, hoping she would not speak out against the abuse. He had quickly judged her as the type to not allow another to be oppressed, even if it meant endangering herself. Now he would see if his estimation was correct. He said, loud enough so that only she could hear him, "Let it alone Adia, you may choose your battles. But you must also choose where to fight them." Despite his warning, he dropped his hand to the hilt of his concealed stiletto, just in case.