Bright blue eyes narrowed behind the pale mask. Anger was the first emotion the clerics of Urgathoa stole from her during the process that turned Zora into the nameless husk that she was now. It was for her own good - the good of the city - for such silly things to be tossed aside and discarded. And with it gone, Zora couldn't find the will to care that she had lost it in the first place. But this? This was something different. Outrage. Disbelief. How could a mortal dare to spit on the pillars that built Urgasburg? This was an offense in every sense of the word and one that Zora could not and would not let stand. "<em>No.</em>" That single word echoed from behind the symbol of her station, one word that answered everything the other woman had thrown at her. Zora always did appreciate efficiency.<br/><br/>No, she wasn't some past lover that held a grudge. This was years of annoyance, years spent knocking on Grosvenor's door in the morning to ask him questions about the latest body discovered with distinctly Grosvenor-shaped fist imprints. Zora didn't know why she bothered anymore; Grosvenor had the same sort of 'charm' as this woman but at least he understood and respected the traditions. The clerics knew he was innocent anyway; Zora didn't know how but they knew. It was just a play that they forced Zora to perform for someone else's benefit and Grosvenor was the partner they stuck her with. Lucky her.<br/><br/>No, she wasn't going to stop giving commands. Zora wasn't a nice person and if asked, a hundred different people could all probably find a unique and hateful word to describe her but there was one thing that was unquestioned: she had the city's best interests in mind. When Zora gave a command, there was a reasoning behind it that the citizens of Urgasburg had learned to accept. Who better to stand guard than an eternal watcher? Who better to ward off the undead that wandered the hills outside Urgasburg to avoid the Silver Truce than one of their own? And who better to greet the guard at the gatehouse than one of the city's enforcers? The garish woman would fail in all these tasks and endanger everyone.<br/><br/>And no, Lydia wasn't going to challenge Zora's authority in front of a bunch of humans. More specifically, she wasn't going to challenge Zora's authority in front of Grosvenor - Zora would never hear the end of it. Peace in Urgasburg is maintained by authority. Chip away at that authority and the city falls into anarchy. What was a childish outburst to others was a threat that needed to be dealt with in Zora's eyes. The enforcer's black leather boots thudded loudly as she approached the stagecoach, the gray mask tilting back to face down the woman that thought herself above the law. "Urgasburg is not a democracy. Nor is it a place that tolerates insubordination. You will accept the will of Urgathoa or you will remain here. That is the only decision you will make until you leave my care."