It had stuck her! The damned thing had dared to lay a hand on her godly presence!
Asleif had never been so enraged as she was at this very moment. She was already weaving a spell, ready to flay the skin from whatever lay beneath the golem's flesh.
"For this affront I shalt..."
She trailed off as she heard Vincent's apology. At least someone knew his proper place in things. He was not the equal she had thought him, but perhaps he was not quite so lowly as she had come to believe.
She did not quite abandon the spell, but relaxed slightly in her casting.
"At least someone here," she said, "doth possess proper manners."
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