Kryschenn reacted as if she'd been slapped. So this was the way things were going to be for her from now on. The Yarfellians wanted her blood, the Outworlders were clearly beginning to hate her now too. She'd done nothing but cause problems since she'd gotten here, when all whe was doing was trying to help. Then what was the point? Why was she even here? All she'd managed to do so far was mess things up for everyone else.
"Fine," she said coldly. "I've done nothing but screw up this entire time. And if I'm really that much of an untrustworthy monster and a menace to society, then turn me over to the authorities in Yarfell." Unbuckling her sword belt, she let it and her sheathed weapon unceremoniously drop to the ground. "I won't fight you. Or better yet, I'll save you the effort and remove myself from the streets." Fuming, she looked around quickly, trying to get her bearings. "How do you get to Yarfell from here? Oh, bag it, I'll turn myself in in Macula." Leaving her sword where it lay, she stalked off in the direction that they had seen the rooftops of the town of Macula.
