The crowd gathered round, listened attentively, and peppered the young lord with questions that Bailsworthy was only too happy to answer. “A female, you say? Brandishing a sword? Unheard of!” “Only men know how to use a fine sword!” stated a dandy, who grabbed his crotch in lewd exhibition. He rolled his eyes as the group of men laughed uproariously at the jest. Even Bailsworthy chuckled into his pint. “No doubt about it now, gentlemen, the Raven Rogue is a blasted woman. Who would have thought a red-haired twit has terrorized the landed gentry this way? I say we hunt the bitch down and see her hanged!” “Red hair, you say?” Park sipped from his own drink and gave the man a narrow look. “Are you certain? After all, it was quite dark.” “It was hard to tell exactly, but yes, that was the color... albeit a darker version. Carried a silver-handled sword with a very sharp edge.
