"You there, with the enormous collar! Have you the mettle to match your elaborate appearance, or am I going to have to feed that tome to Umbriel?!"
Caught off guard by the sudden provocation, Kempf turned to face his heckler. Expecting someone with a bark worse than their bite, he was a bit taken back when seeing someone who absolutely matched the ferocity of their words! Seeing the scar on the woman’s face, it was immediately obvious that she was a warrior who experienced many harsh battles, and yet always came up as the winner in the end. The look she was giving him reminded Kempf of the warriors of Thracia, who always seemed to be “sizing up” their opponents and waiting to swoop in for the kill. She didn’t seem like she was going to murder him today, hopefully, but Kempf would need to make it known that he is no pushover!
“Do I have mettle? Of course I do. But I also know better than to introduce myself by shouting! I’m known as Kempf of Friege, and I suggest you give me your name! I’ll need something to call you besides “the incredibly rude lady”!”
Normally Kempf would go with a more scathing insult when someone offended him, but this woman was different. There was still a solid chance she was the sort of maniac that would stab him if he hurt her pride too much.