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He dares to laugh at me, and insult me, like I would ever express desired behaviour to the likes of a common gypsy. At the stranger's words her cheeks rosied with anger and shock to his brash words.
The young woman was used to polite and socally acceptable conversation. Their was nothing polite or civil about this man.
" Ask all you like you lecher but you will never get such a reaction from me." Attaria said with an aire of superiority.
If the gypsy known as Hanzi wanted to gain some pitty from her as a result of his life style he was sorely mistaken.
" Do not expect to pull on my heart strings because of the life you chose. Perhaps if you did not live such a heathen life style, then your kind would be less frowned upon. It takes practice to become cultured and civil, two things that you lack."
For the moment she did not care for the repercussions of her words, she was far too angry. A flaw of hers since it often blinded her mind and led to temper tantrums.
More harsh words were about to spill out of her lips, until the gypsy refered to her in words she did not understand.
" Miri Rawnie, what does that mean? If you are going to take the libraty of insulting me, you could at least do me the curtisy of insulting me in my own language."
This Hanzi had her gander up. He was a contradiction he insulted her and his body language conveyed respect.
" My name is Attaria and I too am new to the city. So why did you approch me, under the rouse of a sick sister?"
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