[b]"Ah, well accidents are no problem. Aim at one of my men, if it troubles you - that way you'll hit the beast after all."[/b] Ronan smirked. He whistled to one of his subordinates, waving them over and pointing in Alianor's direction. [b]"Girl's going hunting. Set her up with some leather, would you? Don't want her getting infections from the tree-barbs, she won't fetch as much if she's damaged goods."[/b]

There was an audible squeal of delight from the bandit Ronan signalled to. The woman was tall, standing an inch or so above Ronan, fire-haired, with crisp green eyes and a bright, warm smile. She looked a little younger than Alianor, probably being in her late twenties. When she opened her mouth to speak, the cheery, bright tones of a native Greatmoor Highlander floated out. [b]"Ah! Look at you, you gorgeous thing~!"[/b] she exclaimed in delight. [b]"Look at your hair... I mean it's covered in shit now, the forest'll do that, but by the fires you are a perfect young lady aren't you? My name is Kessah, I work as the quartermaster. We don't have much for a girl your size, most of the lads are a wee bit bigger than you, but I could taper something great for you. Would you want something push-up? I reckon I could make a leather bodice that's pretty protective if you give me a few minutes to work."[/b]

Kessah took Alianor's hand quickly and tugged the woman over to an area filled with spare weapons, leather armour plates, clothing, and miscellaneous supplies. She unwrapped a bundle sitting on a nearby table, revealing a set of tailor's tools which had presumably been stolen from some other poor sod in the past, and quickly set to work making a set of armour for Alianor to wear - consistently changing the details in line with any comments she receives about comfort or styling.