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Crystal was anger at Ferethor's even saying that she had made her living off of men in such a manner. As he turned away her sword flew and slided easily through layers of clothing. A large rip hung from the remaining. Ferethor turned around quickly, his eyes blazing.
"Whatever your dirty mind may believe I didn't sleep with any man for money. I did what any other traveller would do, entertain with my clothes on. You are also wrong about my intentions and my thoughts. You may think you are better then a swordmaiden from Rohan. You may even be, but you lack in self esteeme," Crystal said coldly.
Her thoughts blared hatred. Ferethor was an arrogant swordsman that thought too highly of himself. She hated people like Ferethor. Their arrogance sickened her. And even if men weren't all as brutal as her father she wouldn't trust any of them unless they proved that they were different as Atharen had.
She hated Ferethor with a passion and wouldn't try to kill him until the very end of the mission. She would lull him into a false sense of security on her side and make him think she was an ally before giving the striking blow. She loved the idea and she couldn't wait until he dropped dead on the green grass in front of her. Men such as Ferethor deserved death more then anything else in the world.
Her heart raced as she stood, glaring in front of Ferethor, daring him to come closer and actually fight her.
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