"Enough, Silverfish," Vale said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Your fun is badly timed. No matter how well you might have fought, I will gut you here and now if you put our chances of victory in danger with your pettiness."
"Eh?" Silverfish rounded on her, his short sword in his hand. He looked very much ready to strike her. All the men tensed up, as if expecting it. All apart from Vale, who simply continued to stare him down, her hand on her own blade, ready to make use of it.
Silverfish stopped, just before the short sword could reach her. "Yer a wasted woman," he told her. "Not fancy being a wife of mine, before that Vagrin can lay his hands on you?"
"I would sooner burn alive," Vale replied without missing a beat.
"Haha, that can be arranged too," Silverfish replied, grinning.
