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"Oh, hello," the noblewoman gave a lukewarm smile and a wave. She seemed notably concerned when the small ship caught up to deliver aboard the new traveler, though she seemed a little calmer now. She listened to the man in the wheelchair seemingly stumble on his words, blinking with curious concern as he asked her about her combat capabilities. She glanced at her guard, who was attentively standing by, seemingly always vigilant.

"W-well, it's mostly my guard here who deals with matters of combat. We try to avoid it whenever possible, of course." She then quickly pursed her lips as if she'd already said too much, while glancing around briefly, perhaps for her other guard. "What brings you to ask such a question, good sir?" she queried, looking mildly concerned.