Head Removal

"So, this is the route you decided to take? Hmm?" A big fat Weasel named Wesley, of all things, sneered at me.

"This route? Is that calling the kettle calling the pot hardheaded? Why do you think that I was sneaking around? Because I'm some thief that steals Cockatrice? Hardly, I came here for answers because I was told by more than one race that you are a hard people to deal with!" I said with an edge in my voice. "Also, if the rest of you men want to have eyes in your head, I suggest you look at my face."

I was standing in the center of a room filled with greasy-looking Weasel men, and they all had been staring at my body, but they all looked away. Leah and Riza had already killed eight of them, and we had forced the rest to bring us here, and some were standing up right now.

"They weren't wrong, but you're here now. So, what does the little reject Queen want? Come to tell us not to steal anymore?" Wesley asked using a tone I wasn't fond of.