As Frost stared down the bandit leader, pressuring him to make a choice Avira was pretty much forgotten. All the brutish man could think about was how to preserve his own life and escape the young elf who could kill him with a single blow.
His earlier assumption about the group's relationship couldn't have been more wrong. Frost instead of dropping his weapon and pleading for Avira's safety instead egged him on, pressuring him to act on his threats, to kill her.
Frost repeatedly referred to Avira as someone useless, a naïve woman who lost against a foe far weaker than herself and in no time at all, a shameful display. If she couldn't even take care of a single bandit then how would she ever take on her insidious brothers.
