"Don't even think about it... I will cut off your stinger," I declare, shaking my head.
Suddenly, the Half-Scorpicore lowers his stinger and folds his arms.
"Why do I have a feeling that you will actually cut it off, kid?" the halfling asks.
"Because I am stronger than you," I reply, causing the fireball in my hand to grow larger.
Now, people are looking at us curiously, engaging in whispered conversations about the outcome of the hostility between me and the Half-Scorpicore.
"I hate it when people act arrog–"
"Two silver coins!" I interrupt, swiftly placing the coins into his hand before he can finish his sentence.
Upon seeing the money in his hands, the Halfling swallows a mouthful of saliva.
