Kisara sighed inwardly. It made sense that these people wouldn't like Dynasts, and they probably had good reasons for it. Didn't make it less irritating. "Look, lady," she said, shoving her axes into their loops on her belt. "If it makes you feel any better, my family'd kill me as soon as they'd kill any of us at this point."<br/><br/>She shrugged, rolling her head to loosen the taut muscles in her neck. "And I made a promise, too. So maybe we let the people here decide." Tucking her thumbs into the belt, Kisara gave her a lazy, confident smirk. "And if you'd rather spend your time judging me based on something I had literally nothing to do with - that is, the circumstances of my birth - we can just have the fight now rather than later."<br/><br/>Deliberately, she turned her back on the other woman (she really hoped this wasn't the person the ghost mistook her for at first, that would be insulting) and looked to the slender young man who was helping the prisoners. "Did you need help, friend? If any cannot walk, I can carry at least one. To whichever vessel they might like," she added, glancing over her shoulder.