(Thanks! Also, are the Troll's accents Irish, too?)

Semele rolled her eyes and pulled up her sleeve very slightly, revealing a thick black line wrapped around her left wrist shortly followed by swirling, circular patters that almost seemed to glow. The trolls looked hungry, and many actually started to reach out, but she pulled down her sleeves again and said, "If there's no more questions. . . ." before glaring.

The lead troll almost bared his teeth before catching himself, although a few of his underlings did not have his presence of mind. He gestured towards where Selene was walking. "Yer mother's waitin'." She walked away with troll eyes boring into her back.

To get to the Seelie court one had to pass through the marketplace in Nimagh. Semele walked through with her head held high, even as the more sensitive people turned towards her and stared. She wasn't too worried--not many had the power to kill her, and if someone managed it, somehow, it was doubtful they'd be able to use such power. . . .