"I...." [i]The woman began, then shook her head, seemingly unable to come up with an answer.[/i] "N-none of your business!" [i]She finished, growing defensive. She looked past Vorim's shoulder, towards the town behind him, Dojoville. A plan to get away began formulating in her head, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The glove that wiped the blood off her blade's sheathe dripped with said blood, falling onto a shrub, and dripping to the ground. The wildlife fell silent, and all stared at the confrontation. The woman gulped, taking a shaky step backwards unconsciously.[/i]