Laughter erupted from the woman suddenly. She pulled her hair up from her face and laughed a deep, full, laugh from her gut as she bundled it back into a short, bushy, ponytail that she tied off swiftly. Her laughter quieted as she wiped at her eyes and seemed to calm herself down.

“Look at us, tripping over each other to take blame! Gods above, I’ll take that as sure a sign as any that we’re at least decent enough folk. If we ever get around to Baldur’s Gate, remind me to treat you all to my Rirvudd’s cooking. Man’s lethal with a skillet. He might even be able to tame Brut with some sausages.”