Spirit walked down the street. A mother hen pulled her chicks closer. Spirit tuned a corner and entered a shop. The shop had an assortment of dagger's swords, bows, arrows, and even poison. The clerk at the front desk was a young cockerel.
"Can I help you find anything, Ms. Spirit." Spirit turned. "Tell me, did you get that new shipment of daggers? Roomer vas you were carrying silver plated," her eyes flicked to a bottle of poison.
"No miss," said the clerk. "I don't believe so," Spirit flung a dagger at the clerk barley missing his head."It better be here by sundown or you won't SEE the sunset!" Spirit flung herself out of the store and stalked off.