> Sol swallowed the hunk of meat he had just so glee began eating and stood up and walked over to Mithrail inspecting her closely. "And I don't like your tone much either. I don't what kinda privilaged life of luxury you came from but around here you get to do it yourself, whether it comes to getting food or fighting." Sol said angrily restraining himself from adusting his sword as he often did when he was angry.
Mithrail ignored James in favor of glaring at Sol. "Don't presume that you can talk to me like that," she spat. "It's my providence if I order others around. I do not need to do such menial tasks for my meals, so I will not." Her logic was twisted but made enough sense if you thought about it.
The girl smirked, clenching and unclenching her fists. "As for fighting . . . why yes, I can do that by myself just fine. WOuld you like to find out first hand?"