[Sheetro]

Sheetro scowled as the man burst out with his drunken misbeahving. She snorted lightly, raising her head and flicking her hair to face the other way. Her dress whipped as she started to make away.
She snapped her head back over her shoulder. "A reward?" she repeated through closed teeth. Her anger was building. "You shall get no reward from me, lowlife. You insult me when you insult half-elves no matter what race they are. So back off, jerk." She remained calm. Her fist was clenched, her teeth sharply showing but her elven blood was not boiling. Infact she was completely at rest although her heart was demanding a rage.

The darker mixed elf advanced at the man and bellowed at him. Sheetro was stunned that she could barely move. All anger seemed to have swept from her into him at a racing rate. Perhaps a fight was now to break out between the two. Should she remain still?