Point your finger with the authority of fate

Well, now that a black handprint was not only on her shield but also her chest, she could not back down, really.

And when Phandalin is conquered and under her rule, they will realize...

A flash of memories - *her cousins, nicely dressed, happy and laughing, playing in the garden - her kept apart and out of sight - her only ever looking at their backs, always behind them - her not being able to afford toys or books or her own weapon - the thinly veiled ridicule in the voices of even strangers - tears down her cheeks, again and again*.

No. Never. Never again.