”What? Afraid Your heart will give out?” Guy gave a cheeky smile, acting like they’re good friends. All to fool the guards, who could be kicking out people causing real trouble.<br/><br/>”What’s wrong with my current apparel?” She was ready to get in the old man’s face, but Guy stopped her with a flick to the head. The roguish young man hurried them inside, far the guards. No need to let them change their minds.<br/><br/>”Don’t think too hard about it, geezer. Wouldn’t have been right of them to kick you too the curb, like they did the other guy.” He’s obviously referring to the thug. The young man flicked Priam again, who was loudly crewing on her bread and getting crumbs everywhere. Who was head of this partnership again? ”Anyways. I’m Guy. Before you ask, yes. That is my real name. My parents hated me.” He informed the man without much formality. ”The lass in rags is Priam. She doesn’t look like it, but she’s a swordswoman. Trained in one of the city’s many schools of swordsmanship.”<br/><br/>Priam perked her head up at the mention of rags. What’s that suppose to me?!<br/><br/>”From the sounds of it, you have more of a objective than Priam.” Guy nodded in approval before Priam angrily kicked him in the shin.<br/><br/>”Quiet! I do have a real objective!” She grabbed the thief by the collar of his hood and dragged him down to her level. A impressively display of her raw strength! ”Clearing the land of bandits, restoring order to a abandoned land, and allowing people peace of mind! You take that back right now before I throw you to the crub!” Her growls were that of an anger dog!<br/><br/>”Alright. Alright. Jeez…” He didn’t seem to take her seriously. ”Just stop before your barbarian ways get us thrown out.”