[sub]"A-Ah, Teri Eriksdottir,"[/sub] the nem replied, shrinking back even more at all the strangers, retreating further to where her enormous hammer was resting against a tree and scooping the heavy implement up without so much as a hint of strain. There was no indication of any real intent to fight, however; from the way she was holding it, the weapon was simply being used for reassurance, [sub]"H-Help yourself..."[/sub]

Now that she wasn't hidden behind the boar, it was easy to see the irony in the dwarf's statement that they weren't barbarians: if there was one person here who could definitely claim to be one, it was the girl staring in wide-eyed terror at the sheer number of people. Wolf pelt, minimal clothing, and no shoes from where they'd fallen apart on the journey here.

It was strange to see someone so intimidated when everything about them--from the way they so easily lifted their weapon to the obviously defeated boar roasting unattended--suggested that she was quite capable of handling herself.