If this girl next to her did not stop giggling at everything the callow youth whispered in her ear then Katrina decided she would bring her arm up and back and elbow that pretty nose the youth was going on about.<br/>She had paid good coin to hear this bard and giggling was just disrespectful to a professional at work.  And the bard was a professional, which from Katrina was a compliment of the highest order. Her tale served to take the edge of her seething anger.<br/><br/>The merchant was like all of his crawling kind, swarthy, untrustworthy and stinking of perfume. She had served many like him but none up to now had been dumb enough to think that her wage as a caravan guard also included the use of her body in his bed. "You dress like a man, but it feels like a woman is below that mail." Katrina had looked down at the hand on her breast and then back up at him without saying anything. Then he had smirked, "Oh, you want more coin, ten should suffice."<br/><br/>He felt he could molest her and then buy her like a whore? His smirk turned to one of agony as she casually reached behind her neck, slid out the razor, flicking it open and then sliced across the back of his fingers. Then   she had placed it to his throat. "If you bother me again I shall slit your cock and then peel it like a banana." He was whining so she head butted him and left him unconscious on his caravan floor.<br/><br/>The entertainment was over and Katrina could see that the bard was mingling with a man and a woman, shaking hands and other such useless social actions.  No doubt well wishers or friends come to support her or maybe even others seeking to join with the bard.  Walking up to the bard and her little group she waited until the robed man had asked to join and then spoke her self, "You are an excellent speaker. I am Katrina Stormchaser, you will need warriors on your quest both those that get up close and those that kill at a distance. I can fulfill that role for your party."<br/><br/>Katrina stopped talking, she had introduced herself, stated what she could do, no need for flowery words. She had said all that was worth saying.<br/>