Dumra straightens and inhales slowly, a snarl rattling in her throat. "You know what? You may be a baron, but

Dumra straightens and inhales slowly, a snarl rattling in her throat. "You know what? You may be a baron, but I'm not going to listen to your filth!" She spits on the counter — then almost out of habit, she immediately begins cleaning the surface with a rag. "What has my life come to when one such as you brands me as one of ill-repute?!"