(not really necessary, I suppose.)<br/><br/>Ithi'ka's eyes tremble with fury, but her hand is steady as ever.  The knife scratches softly against the flagstones when she lifts its tip from the point of rest next to Roland's jugular.  "You know nothing, then?"  The words are barely a question.  A few of his ragged breaths pass, filling the silence of the night.  She lifts one of his coins.  The dull sheen comforts her somewhat, gives her a cold focus for her rage.  "From where do these coins come, Roland?"  She seems curious, teasing as she waves the gold coin under his nose.<br/><br/>After a moment's pause, she twists the blade in her hand, rolling the hilt so the cross-grip spins silently.  "Do you know any shifters, Roland?  Those who change their form.  Think quickly, for you can only answer once."  She smiles gleefully.  "Maybe someone you have known recently?"