The moment she had mumbled those words, a slight glint of metal appeared as Fendrel half-unsheathed his blade, only to let it slide back into its scabbard when the notion that this way of disposing of his guest might be a bit, well, indiscreet, came upon him. Thus he simply straightened up, his smile had faded, his stare had once more turned cold and calculating "I see, the greatest of beasts" He spat every single word as if it were an insult "I can imagine what you are refering to, and if there is indeed a hero, we should all look up to him" He pulled his cloak closer "Or seek solace under his kind" The werewolf fur felt soft, even though he has only the fewest of feelings it tingled on his skin, seemed to beckon at the touch for a moment, but still warmed him. A masterpiece indeed.
"But please, don't let me keep you" He pivoted on one leg, attempting to grab her arm and shove her off the perimeter in one fluent movement, enabling the gate to shut quickly without locking her in "ABIGAIL, CLOSE THE DAMN GATE!" His hiss echoed through the castle walls, penetrated sensitive ears and stung into the brain like an angry bee. Weels started to turn in his head, gears, formulating a strategy. Had this been a diversion? Was the rear guarded? No, impossible. These were dumb beasts. Abominations that did not belong, neither here nor anywhere else. There was no place for them, and Count Agnafarius would not have them tread on his ground. And the same went for their allies, which in his eyes, included that girl he was about to cast out "As for you, get back into that forest and crawl into a cave with one of your furry bastards. You will find no shelter here, wretch"
You know the sad part? I didnt even try to get that result .____.