[Training] speak less, smile more

Pihu

Pihu's nostrils flared. Still waving her finger in the air, she stepped forward and glared at Darkeye. "I never said nothin' against fighters, just that I wasn't one and didn't see the appeal myself. Ye, however, referred to sex workers as easy women and that I take offense to."

Eying his dagger, she snorted. "Nice toy. While ye might be tougher than ye look, though, he has friends and mates, and I doubt you could fight off the whole crowd." She gestured at the onlookers, then glanced down at the older man's pack. "Did ye even check to see if he nicked something before he took off?" Raising her eyebrows, she nudged it with one foot.

Putting her hands on her hips, she drew herself up to her full height. "Then let me give ye the only piece of free advice ye'll ever get in Torchline: ye don't get anything from anyone here for free. Favors are the currency of choice, and I'll ask that ye respect our customs while yer in our land." She cocked her head to one side. "I can sweeten the deal. Information that ye so clearly need about our region and a spar in exchange for a favor that ye set the limits on." As he moved towards the dummies she trailed behind him.

Like you're hanging by a thread
But you gotta survive