"Set my vendetta aside? You people do not seem to understand. This is not something so simple as an insult. An insult could wait." Her eyes flared a bright golden color for a moment as she spoke. "Do you not wonder why you haven't met more of my kin? The house of Asterlux was not the largest, but we were strong, and we would have been among the first to mount a defense against the horrors in this endless night. Instead, we were annihilated in the night, most of us slain in our beds, dead without a blade in hand or even knowledge that there was danger." She took a deep breath to clam herself, and her eyes faded to their normal color. She did not continue, instead casting a defiant look about at those that had challenged her, forcing back the tears that had nearly welled up as she spoke. A proper noblewoman must command; anger is the only emotion she may show. Anything else is a sign of weakness, and apparent weakness becomes real.