Darculum's scoff broke the silence; he folded his arms in front of his chest and twisted his face in scorn as he looked up at her.
"Those are some bold words from a girl who was rotting in taverns less than a few months ago. Strength borrowed from a knife that could stab you in the back at any time isn't worth having."
Hearing his words, Morena couldn't help but laugh out loud. The sound rang in the hall, echoing in the large room.
For several seconds she simply laughed, it wasn't because it was funny, or because she found his words amusing; it was just mocking him, showing him just how little she thought of what he just said.
As she went silent, the laugh just stopping, she tilted her head slightly as her eyes stared down with nothing but emptiness.
When she stopped, her lips curved into a smile.
"Wise words from a man that..."
She let the sentence trail off deliberately, she didn't even need to finish what she was going to say for everyone present to understand her insult.
