[Bothari goes ramrod straight at that. The murderous aura and deference both lanced through by outright, mortal offense.
His lip curls back, showing his square teeth in some ugly parody of a smile and pulls a blade from his belt. He hadn't arrived with his normally impressive personal armory - but it hadn't stopped him from immediately collecting. A few games of dice, watching men get too far into their mead had given him a sorry but comforting array.
It's out in one, smooth, practiced motion, whistling through the air... to be thrown to her feet.]
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His lip curls back, showing his square teeth in some ugly parody of a smile and pulls a blade from his belt. He hadn't arrived with his normally impressive personal armory - but it hadn't stopped him from immediately collecting. A few games of dice, watching men get too far into their mead had given him a sorry but comforting array.
It's out in one, smooth, practiced motion, whistling through the air... to be thrown to her feet.]
Do it, then.