"Whining like a woman," Cryce repeated. "Whining like a woman!?! "
Cryce's anger was reaching its threshold. He hadn't been whining at all. How dare this stranger accuse him of such things.
"Listen here, you uncivilized oaf! I am no monk, and I serve none of your damn gods. I am a cryomancer, one of the most powerful in existence. You are nothing but an ignorant brute who interrupted one of the few peacefuls moments that I get to enjoy. If you want to fight, then I'll happily oblige. I've killed plenty of men like you. One more won't make a difference."