*CLANK!*
Old fang was like a spectral as he moved before the blades, blocking the attack with his claws.
The needles dissipated in the air.
Old fang's eyes focused on the woman with a scar on her face. "Lady Laqua of the Temperance family, do you dare raise your hand on the heir of the Diligence family?"
Those words made her frown as she stared intently at him. She gritted her teeth harshly, and then she spoke. "I was not aware that such an important guest had visited my market. I had only thought of killing the Pagan trash behind you. After all, its a stock trying to run away, your young master seemed to have gotten in the way."
Laqua had chosen her words very carefully. She intended that it was all Eunid's fault for stepping in when she was trying to discipline her property.
After all, a runaway slave's sentence was death, and if given forgiveness, the chopping of a hand.
This way she was in the right for attacking when she did.
