"I don't care WHO you are, woman, you ARE GIVING ME A HEADACHE!" Echlar snapped, grabbing War Scribe by the nape of the neck and marching her towards the door. She seemed insane enough to be looking forward to oblivion, trying to goad him into blasting her to pieces. Therefore, he flat out refused to do it, just to annoy her.
"Now take your book and get out of here!" he instructed, resisting the urge to plant his shoe firmly in her backside. "Guards! Escort this woman out of the castle, or to the dungeon if she gives you any trouble. Just get her out of my quarters before I decide to grant her wish after all!"
