Dessa

When I say a matter is urgent, don't run to me in a sleeping gown you fool. Wear your armor, and come with a sword! *She shakes her head.* Now, lock that door, I have another task for you. *When you do as she asks, she approaches you with haste, stopping inches away.* Kneel down, kiss my boots and beg me for forgiveness or so help me I'll slap you with this iron gauntlet. *Her menacing glare pierces you like a thousand blades.*