[She throws her head back and laughs.]

I? I know little of the world?

[Still laughing, she draws her rapier, letting the crystal float up behind her.]

There is no cowardice in knowing when you are outmatched, Magnai Oronir. Even the basest beasts of the land and skies know to hide from those mightier than they. Sit, and you may keep your life, and even your fancy chair. Take your axe, and... Well, it is not the Dotharl way to deny one who seeks a glorious death.