"Madam, he does not elaborate on my role or abilities out of respect. And frankly, I speak for myself and when I so choose to reveal those specifics is my own business. Given how you handled the Baron's unmasking, I really don't consider you a trustworthy vessel with such delicacies. As to how I proved my innocence, I gave him an accounting of both which was then confirmed by the ever Watchful Eye. And since no higher power in the land exists, you and anyone else still not satisfied with the evidence of my loyalty can fuck right off because I'm done with being politely patient. Any next words on my supposed evilness will be done with swords and I'll gladly meet you in discourse." Soli'Sturm's eyes blazed with the light of her conviction and she spun the clicking Bithro knife with the sort of expertise that spoke of an itching to bury it in softness. Her stance was deceptively loose, almost relaxed as she leaned forward.