Barely suppressed anger glitters across Valerie's eyes. "Some wealthy idiot has dedicated an extremely untalen

Barely suppressed anger glitters across Valerie's eyes. "Some wealthy idiot has dedicated an extremely untalented poem to me, and he had the nerve to read it right to my face, holding my sleeve. The hour was late, and I was on my way to get some rest after a boring lesson on rhymes. I lost control and tore the poem apart, right in front of him." Valerie raises her head proudly. "The paladins wanted to impose some punishment upon me, I don't remember which one exactly. They wanted me to repent. Instead I just gathered my things and left."