Reya sighs, noting the insults and who speaks them, a few more people on the list of names that will never see what is under her skirts. She looks at her friends again, and at the old man, and she sighs...<br/><br/>"You are not going to let this go, are you? I do not relish the idea of getting thumped for the amusement of the likes of Brenden and his cronies. I see no benefit to letting this go any further..."<br/><br/>Her face burns a bit as she notices the crowd looking at her. Whereas it was true she loved attention, this was not the kind she craved. She wondered how they had gotten to this point anyway, and a spark of anger ignited deep inside. Who were they all to be making fun of her like that? Not a one of them could hold a sword any better then she did. Her eyes focused on the old T'Skrang, narrowing dangerously. It was his fault she was being put through this. He pulled her into it, and tomorrow, or the next day he would be cheerfully on his way out of town, but she had to remain here and deal with it. She would likely need to learn how to fight to thump all the snickering fools that would be making fun of her after this...