The blonde woman's jaw tightened. A low, predatory growl vibrated in her throat as her hand clenched into a fist.
"Ogre who… shapeshifted… into a fine lady… wearing rags? These are the skins of the beasts I have slain! You call us monsters… savages? Do you want to see your precious halberd thrust where it belongs—"
"Pri— I mean—Gin! Please!"
The bright pink-haired woman behind her grabbed Gin's arm, eyes wide with nerves.
"We just got here! Please… let us even step inside before starting our own deaths!"
The other women behind them shouted in frustration, shoving and gesturing wildly.
"Oh, come on! Throw them back to wherever they came from! I'm in a hurry! We're all in a hurry! The King needs our… stomachs!"
