This is one very angry looking rogue approaching to answer the Winter Spirit's question, but she doesn't dare shout or accuse of him anything. Not after their last interaction. Despite how awkward some of them are under her cloak, she's wearing all of her weapons this time around. Something of their last interaction must have stuck with her, because she seems as cautious as she is upset.

"I've destroyed people in exchange for money or favors. In fact, I lifted someone up from destitution, gave her my hand in what I claimed was friendship, and then turned around and tore her apart. I stood aside and watched as she cried, begged, and pleaded with all who could hear her to not believe the slander that had reached their ears about her, that they take what she said over the rumors. But I had poisoned them against her. In the end, she fled the city I lived in to escape the shame. All of this in the name of a goal that made me out to be the victim in all that I did." Despite the description of the cold-hearted act, her expression doesn't change away from the cautious anger she approached with. "I can't tell what's colder - the crime against someone who was likely innocent of whatever sleight the person who hired me accused them of or the fact that I did it while thinking I was the victim in all of it. I admit the latter makes me feel some amount of shame." Ahh, so something did stick after they last spoke.

She carefully crosses her arms in front of her chest and rests her hands on her upper arms for warmth. "As for coldest thing I've ever experienced, I believe the Winter you've provided us here in the Nexus wins that. It's something I'm not likely to forget - or mock - for the rest of my life."