"I tell you what, those nobles see us as slaves! All of us!"
Mildred slammed her mug on the table with anger. Her face was flushed and her words began to slur.
The bartender laughed.
"Not like we can change how those stubborn things see us. We just have to deal with it."
Mildred slapped the table with her free hand a few times.
"But what gives them the right to do that! Fuck, I just wanted to do my own thing but of course, I had to be a commoner."
She seemed to be getting angry. Her actions became a little more forceful, even cutting herself against a splinter. Yet, Mildred didn't notice this. It was as though she was becoming a different person, magnified by the fact her speech rapidly lost its formality.
While standing behind Mildred, I lightly tapped her shoulder. I was a little tense from the fear.
"Are you ok?"
Mildred's head snapped to me, with unfocused eyes.
"Of course I'm ok! If anything, I'm better than ever!"