"Hm.  Sharp." she said, again a tad impressed, now withdrawing her hand from her throat "Too pretty to be a monk, too fit to be a Dynast... and you speak of a martialist style no Dynast would dare to use... so as one Exalt to another, how far are you willing to go to stay alive, seeing as there's an entire battle-camp of the Bull of the North's most elite warriors, not to mention the Bull of the North himself, hoping to see you dead?  I can save you, but I need to know how much you want to live; I have no reason to save someone whose pride outweighs their will to live..."<br/><br/>That is to say, the only way this woman would live would be if she could swallow her pride; there was really only one way out of this for sure, since it would be hard to convince the crowd outside any other way than what she had in mind...