His eyes went wide for a moment before going back to their previous angry state. "You---Riskivane!" It sounded like another insult, but what it meant was 'prophecy'. "<span style="font-weight: bold">You, you're the child of prophecy! Why are you not protected, shadowed every moment of every day? <span style="font-style: italic">Why are you allowed to have some semblance of freedom?!</span></span>"<br/><br/>He took a step back, panting, glaring. His fingers itched to reach for his dagger, but he knew it would get him killed. Already, with his outburst of Tryculian, guards were starting to take a much more pointed interest in them.