Some friend

[Rasvien]

Coral flicked her knife in the air, the light traveling through its narrow surface up to the tip. It was almost as thin as a needle, but as lethal. "This is utter disrespect for the owners of the home you'd just stepped in. I do not know who you are and where you learned such poor manners, but I suggest you piss off, good sir. No one gets to lay their hands on our captain like that."

It was remarkable, how Coral remained polite even while telling someone to go away. 

Galen frowned deeper. "Get out of the way, woman. That scum of a captain of yours needs a hundred more punches to set his head right." 

"Galen, you promised that there would be no violence!" Lira shouted from the doorstep. "Don't make the situation any worse, I beg of you."

Galen peered over his shoulder for a brief moment. "I don't remember making such promises."

Ras snorted mockingly. "How ironic it is for a knight to turn back on his promises."