"Methods unknown to you, it would seem. My friend does pick up on things quite well. And drawing your sword on a traveler? Unwise, too. What would your lady, Elizabeth, wish for you to do?" [i]Abram spoke with a soft voice underneath that helmet, while he would make no motions towards his sheathed blade. No, he would wait for this one to instigate combat.[/i] [b]You're stabbing him in the neck?[/b] [i]A quick death. A fool deserves something so sudden.[/i] [b]He would bleed out, you idiot.[/b] [i]...Not if I hit my mark.[/i]