[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210119/9afea0634f0bc0f4bd5c3e7c07c47360.png[/img][/center] [hr] "[color=c82222]Sigrdrifa at the tavern, yes? That will be quite helpful. Thank you very much, Gudrik. And you as well for thinking to ask about it...um...Rhoshen, was it? I'm sorry, I'm not very good with names.[/color]" She winced. She really would need to work on that. Entyrea wasn't often intimidated by new situations. Her coddled upbringing, combined with the traveling she'd done since as a wizard, had led to her being relatively open to jumping headfirst into places she'd never been. But here--working with a group, something she hadn't often done, in a hostile territory where she had no footing and, apparently, knew nothing about how the cities and governments organized themselves--she found herself...wary. She scampered up behind the half-Orc, tapping her on the shoulder before she could cover too much ground for Entyrea to comfortable catch up. "[color=c82222]Your name was...Dular, yes? I am, as discussed, quite open to doing the talking inside, and do think it's likely the best idea for me to do so. However,[/color]" she stressed the last word heavily, "[color=c82222]I'm not a fool, and though I am capable in terms of self defense--[/color]" a spark of fire danced on her offhand--"[color=c82222]I don't want to be doing the talking without some kind of assurance that I won't be slapped upside the head with a mace when I turn my back. Would you mind--for the duration of our time in Auonar, at least--staying near me and, well, making sure that people don't...[/color]" She paused for a moment, plucking at her silk dress and fine cloak and waving a hand at the large jewel on her staff, "[color=c82222]...take an unfortunate opportunity?[/color]" Dular seemed amiable enough. She hoped there would be no offense taken for Entyrea essentially asking for her to be a bodyguard for the duration of their stay. It did seem a touch rude, but Entyrea was sick to death of constantly having to watch her back because people's eyes went starry at her changepurse. It would be quite a welcome change for someone else to watch it so she wouldn't need to risk being robbed blind and/or murdered in the street because she wasn't hiding her wealth.