[b]Eida Craig[/b]

Eida had been mid-shrug in response to the lord-prince-king, an equally rude response on her lips, but all that came out was a 'woosh' of air in surprise and a flat, "What." If she hadn't already believed that religion made fools of men, she would have had all the evidence she needed in its support. [i]Cultists,[/i] she complained internally, raising an eyebrow in complete exasperation at the royal beside her. "I hate gods -- but their followers are even worse."

The barbarian had been about to grab the hilt of Thessia and twirl it around as usual (to murder the idiots) when the cold chill of an icy breath touched her skin, whispering to her. "Like I'm going to do what you say..." she muttered under her breath, loosening her grip on her ax and instead cracking her knuckles. A good thing, too, since it began to [i]glow[/i]. Clearly the god hadn't got the memo that she was a heathen, not some gullible fool -- none of them gave without wanting something in return.

And this one seemed to want her to make a scene in the middle of a festival. Nope.

Eida decided that she could win a fight against some dress-wearing pansy [i]no problem[/i] without any weapons, and so she went into doing just that. One arm grabbed a wrist and twisted, blocking the dagger from going anywhere but into thin air. A gauntleted fist flew straight into the man's unprotected face, dropping him to his knees. With a spare moment, she peered over at her momentary ally in the lord (or whatever he was).