A sword suddenly appeared in the girl's right hand. It had an intricate guard and handle, as well as a silver blade with golden runes. The black-robed man's eyes widened, as he shouted: "All of you, stay back! She has the King's Blade!"
"Did you not hear me, mongrel. I have said that I cannot understand the words of the common folks, haven't I?.. Or do you understand the language of dogs?.. Well, forgive me for not being a dog, then." The young girl cut off.
She then stared directly into the eyes of the black-robed man: "Do you truly believe that I would fall a cheap promise from a lowly lowborn such as you?.. Don't make me laugh, mongrel."