The two guards at the main entrance gates burst into a fit of laughter. The Breton stood there with an un-amused expression on her face as she was powerless to stop their petty laughing.
"You'd do well not to anger me. I am captain Aneira. I serve King Martyn Septim and you WILL help me" She snarled, which immediately bought the other two to silence.
"Are you drunk, Breton?" One of the Guards asked her.
"NO! I am not. Now let me pass and find some less useless guards to aid me" She snapped, going to push past them, but they blocked her way.
"What are you doing?" She demanded.
"You see... You don't seem all there right now... You're talking nonsense and making threats. People here are good folk and don't need any trouble. I think... a night in the prisons should calm you down a bit" He said, laying his hand on his swords handle.
Aneira felt her hand grow cold and icey like it usually did when she was about to perform an ice spell. Rash thinking was one of her weaknesses, but she wasn't going to stand by and let these two insult us.