Dorisma squinted at the fishman trying to make sense of what he said. After some deliberation she decided that he meant that moving was safer. Probably. Not? "Too late to stop now." she said simply, "Fishma- R'lyeh, hold paper please, I not want to lose." Odds were she would forget about the paper and have it end up somewhere in the wild never to be seen again. The fishman was smart, very smart, and he should be able to keep hold of both of them. She ignored the princess as usual, Dorisma was learning just how effective selective hearing was. She glanced down at the small kobold who seemed to be afraid of someone chasing him, "Just keep me between you and him and you will be fine Kobold." she rumbled and continuing keeping pace with the slowly moving caravan while thinking about what armor she would want. Perhaps a small buckler or two to be strapped on her arms so she could bat weapons out of the way, yes that sounded like it would be effective.