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The unrestrained hatred and mistrust in the woman's eyes was really beginning to irk him. Sverre felt his eye twitch slightly as the infuriating female continued to dodge his questions, simply throwing cold accusations his way. Even more insulting, this Eilin look-alike presumed to know all about him and his motivations. How dare she!

Unable to fully contain his irritation, Sverre jabbed into his food more vigorously than needed, glowering at the huntress across from him. As she went on to claim he was doing little more than manipulating the people for some absurd personal gain, his gaze hardened in annoyance. What he was? What on earth was this woman's problem? What had he ever done to her? Her smug and callous attitude added on with her appearance slowly began to make his well controlled temper awaken, forcing him to exhibit considerable restraint to maintain some civility.

"I'm not the one accusing others of malicious intentions and sly games based on my own foolish preconceived notions." he all but spat, spearing a piece of meat rather viciously before bringing it to his lips. 'Calm down...it's not worth it to cause a scene...I'll find out some other way.' he thought, fighting to smother his rising anger. It certainly didn't help that his dream was still fresh in his mind. He hated the woman before him for bringing up such painful memories.

Even a fool would be able to pick up on how she drew out his name- purposely trying to irritate him with this knowledge she had no reason to know. It was hard to restrain a growl, but he managed to contain it before it could escape his throat. The unfinished plate was abandoned as the huntress stood, swiftly gathering her weapon and making a hasty retreat from him and the inn. A part of him was tempted to follow, to demand she answer him lest he fight her for it. He wanted to goad her, ask if she was running away from him.

Sverre resisted the urge, eyes following the woman until she was gone from sight before resuming his meal, trying to calm his grated nerves before attempting to track and investigate the vexing Eilin look-alike. His lack of answers and his frustration managed to sour his mood, making his otherwise delicious breakfast far less enjoyable than it should be. Damn her!

He smiled pleasantly whenever the barmaid passed by his table, but otherwise kept to himself for the morning. Once he felt he had calmed himself enough and had his fill, Sverre finished his drink with a final swig before leaving, giving a casual wave to the barmaid as he walked out the door. "The food was excellent, thank you kindly for another fine meal."

With this, he headed towards the swordsmith, deciding his sword needed a professional touch-up. Using his own whetstone was fine and good, but every so often he liked to sharpen and polish his weapon with the expert's tools.