[This man is not incorrect about there being strength and honor in a name. That is why she guards hers so fiercely, now that she is not required simply to bow her head and give it to anything with two legs that asked for it. There is no longer a wooden plaque on her stall pillar with the characters 速魚 engraved upon it, the same characters she could recognize from the board erected on Auction Day each year under "Exhibition Only" until she'd come of age.

She may know nothing of this man and his lands... but just as she had known his words for insults by the disdainful look in his eyes... she knows that word n'wah for an insult simply from the tone that rolls off his tongue. And she does not suffer insults well.

Without a single warning beyond a twitch once again mostly hidden beneath the patch on the left side of her face, a forehoof suddenly slams into the cushioned edge of the chaise lounge he occupies, the force of her weight pushing it slightly. (Her hooves are picked clean, as she always did before entering an establishment where to track in dirt like some animal would be noted. The dark surface is polished.)]

I do not need to ask others to do such things for me. And I do not give my name to those who have not earned my respect or given me theirs.

[Even if she had been offered such a position since she had come to these worlds... It did not sit well to her any longer to command those she viewed as lesser, as she had once been tricked into thinking of the Armless of her own kind.

The leg of the lounge squeaks loudly on the floor as it shifts again.]

How about you tell me instead what n'wah means, churl?

[He is sorely mistaken if he thinks this woman is afraid of a public spectacle.]