Blue Sky, Night Thunder: The Fool's Errand

[Kettle of fish]

Livia delicately fingered the cooking knife she had hidden up her sleeve. These men were animals - if it ever came to defending herself, she had to remember that. Imagine them just as the pigs that she had to kill for roasts when she had been at the inn. Simply a quick flick across the throat, or a sure thrust between the ribs into the muscle of the heart.
What she didn't understand, was why she didn't just kill them during the night, or attempt to escape. She remembered back to her overbearing mother and her dead-end life at the inn.
For the moment, she decided to just study those she was with. Oz tended to lash out with his right arm first. Himel liked to use whatever was at hand to advantage, and Thor prefered his weapons. She was surprised Thoronduin hadn't already taken advantage of her.