Tanner Finchley swells up with a surge of anger and indignation as the Crewfolk Merlyn brandished his knife before him and Matron Finchley. With a sneer curling his lips and a haughty glint in his eyes, he squealed in a voice that resonated with entitlement, "How dare you, you wretched scoundrel! Do you know who I am? Such insolence!". Making fists of his hands and hooking his arms such that the curled fingers point towards his face, he prepares to engage in the art of fisticuffs and to strike the sailor with all the force his privileged upbringing had endowed him with. Meanwhile, Matron Finchley, a woman as cunning as she was not motherly, maintained a composed façade despite the perilous situation. Her eyes flickered with a mix of calculated interest and icy disdain as she assessed the sailor's actions. With a voice laced with an air of condescension, she spoke, "Honestly Gregory, put your hands away, can't you see the strapping buck that our whore daughter has ensnared would pummel you." Arabella, for her part, red with embarrassment, just whimpers "Mama, please."
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Tanner Finchley swells up with a surge of anger and indignation as the Crewfolk Merlyn brandished his knife before him and Matron Finchley. With a sneer curling his lips and a haughty glint in his eyes, he squealed in a voice that resonated with entitlement, "How dare you, you wretched scoundrel! Do you know who I am? Such insolence!". Making fists of his hands and hooking his arms such that the curled fingers point towards his face, he prepares to engage in the art of fisticuffs and to strike the sailor with all the force his privileged upbringing had endowed him with. Meanwhile, Matron Finchley, a woman as cunning as she was not motherly, maintained a composed façade despite the perilous situation. Her eyes flickered with a mix of calculated interest and icy disdain as she assessed the sailor's actions. With a voice laced with an air of condescension, she spoke, "Honestly Gregory, put your hands away, can't you see the strapping buck that our whore daughter has ensnared would pummel you." Arabella, for her part, red with embarrassment, just whimpers "Mama, please."