[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

With the enormous mercenary lowering himself, Tyaethe wasted no time in grabbing onto the nearby arm and clambering up to the shoulder. Not that it could really be considered a [i]comfortable[/i] seat by any stretch of the imagination, given that she was now seated upon a curved piece of steel. On the flip side, it was broad enough for her that it may as well have been any other uncomfortable bench in existence and a far cry better than just standing around.

"Me, resemble your daughter?" she wondered, head tilting and looking at Bors again, "I can't see it. Surely there ought to be a notable size difference between us? Unless she's only five years old..."

Tyaethe, after all, was short even for her apparent age. Even a quarter giant should easily eclipse her in height.