Tanesha however would of course be unaware that It was, Ironically, her first insult that Touched a serious nerve. Marven's eye's widened, and his fist's immediately clenched, one of them clenching over the handle of his Steel sword, which seemed to share his anger and pain at her word's as electricity crackled through the steel from it's shock enchantment.<br/><br/>What had started as just him deciding to poke around had suddenly become very personal to him as he turned around, the confident air around him now replaced with one of severe anger. "...You Mention my Mother Again Wench and you'd better pack your bag's to Sovengarde..." He said, his voice low and Venomous as he glared at her angrily. She of course didn't know of him, and how his Mother Died at Childbirth, but It still caused Marven emotional Pain none the same.<br/><br/>"...I've traveled all over Skyrim. I'm much more Seasoned than my Age may Show...In fact, why am I even justifying myself to some Wench who walk's around leaving nothing to the imagination?...the way I see it, It's not even worth responding to your insult's, Since it's clear that you feel Very Insecure to be hurling insult's at me...actually, your lack of clothing confirm's how insecure you really are." He muttered, smirking slightly.