Sipley snarled at Aldred’s back; hah, his ice queen. A determination to be the most difficult swirled in her mind, but she wasn’t the vengeful type. Well, at least not the kind that could hold long grudges it was either payback now or never. The assassin received at least a little comfort from jabbing a lewd gesture while he sauntered away, armed to the teeth. How could someone walk around with so much weight? He was more metal than man. 

“[i]Next time I’ll leave you on the cold ground.[/i]” she mocked, standing up on steady legs. She half expected them to wobble but they remained sturdy. 

After the brief condescension of Aldred, Sipley felt a little more uplifted until the new news were relayed: “The beasts are dead.”

The woman hefted a piece of rubble in her hand and hurled it at one of the only remaining walls to release pent up frustration. How weak! She should’ve at least killed one giant with her own hands! She was a failure! Unworthy of being a woman, that’s what she was. It wasn’t fair! How come everyone else got to prove their worth while she lay like a worthless princess? “Agh!”

Gritting her teeth, she stalked from the building and to the giant she almost climbed earlier. Easily finding her grapple hook amongst the dirt, she lifted it and looped the rope multiple times for easier managing. Next she found her rucksack where she collapsed, sliding it onto a shoulder blade and running a hand through her blood-crusted hair. She probably looked more of a man than a woman right now. She scowled, moving back to the damaged inn with thoughts of murder. An assassination job would be the only thing that could release the tension in her body.