"Miss, may I ask which of our Beamon tribes you belong to?" A few bizarrely green-skinned Beamons, having noticed the two elegant and utterly radiant ladies' cordiality, instantly saw a reduction in their combative postures.
"Go back to watching over the beast herd." Ning Yu said to the Vassal Clan behind her, eliciting a shrug from the skunk-esque creature who then moved away.
"Our lord and husband, Richard, the War Shaman of the Pigiel race, is the overlord here, but we two are not Beamons. Rest assured! Since you're Beamons and not slaves, nobody can drive you away." Although Avril appeared delicate, her temper was incredibly fiery. She hated those who exploited their positions of power most.
This habit developed slowly after following Liu Zhenhan, as before, Avril loved throwing her weight around.
