1372: The Year of Wild Magic: Day 244
Myarra frowns at her familiar. Shannon could definitely do better than this addlepatted dunderwhelp. But she also knows better than to expect a cat to do anything other than what it wants to do.
"Listen, you никчёмный мешок человеческой кожи, just because you think you know something, doesn't mean you do. Especially given the boneheaded moves you've made since we were unlucky enough to cross paths with you.
For some unfathomable reason, Shannon has taken a liking to you. Which means I'm obligated to protect you. But don't think for a second I'm the simpering doe-eyed девственница you're used to preying on.
Centauri hates us, and he has good reason to. He wants us dead. So he will gladly send assassins to Soubar to kill us and anyone with us. And while I doubt he cares about his men, carrying off his horses is just the kind of thing to put you on his to-be-dealt-with list.
This is the big world now and the rules are different. Work with us and we'll help you survive.
And, just for you to keep in mind, if you do anything stupid that gets Shannon hurt, I'll personally flay you alive and nurse her back to health with boiled Dwight intestine stew.
And before you think of smarting off to me, look me in the eye and ask yourself if I'm kidding."
Taking 10 on intimidation gives her a 20. She's not kidding and Dwight really ought to have reason to believe her. She has no interest in making friends with him, but she does expect him to take things seriously if he would like her to be an ally.