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When my mother told me tales of magical creatures and monsters under the bed when I was a child I always thought they were just stories to teach me a lesson - you know, 'don't sleep under the bed with the dog, Marian, the monsters will get you'! I didn't think they were real, I thought she meant fleas.

[ She's lifting her shoulder, now, almost a shrug, even as she's grinning. Humour is her forte, her defence, and waking up in a place where she has to fight another war for people she barely knows, other than as a whole, as stereotypes. It's not that she minds fighting, of course, as that's what she does for a living, but she likes having a definite reason to fight. Someone was murdered, a child was kidnapped, mages were being tortured, elves enslaved - that sort of thing. She needs a little more than 'she's special'.

Because, in her mind, she isn't. ]

But here we are and here they are. We're here to help, right? ... Unless this has something to do with the looters in the Wounded Coast or that Qunari patrol, in which case... I didn't do it? Really, I promise it was an accident. Honest.

[ The little smile on her face is proof enough that it obviously wasn't an accident - but she continues, crossing her arms over her chest. Jokes and humour are all well and good, of course, but she does have a point. ]

If you've seen a dwarf without a beard, tell me. Or a scary glowing elf. Actually, if you see scary glowing anything you should definitely let me know. I'll take care of them.

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[That last continued insistence gets a smile]

I only wish I could claim to have something of equal aesthetic appeal to search for here.

It's alright, you can borrow one of mine. I'm sure they won't mind. Much.

A generous offer, though I fear I would scare know how to repay you.

Just keep them out of trouble and we're even.

If they are anything like yourself, my lady, and request frightening things to be directed towards, that may prove difficult.

[ She opens her mouth as if to protest before she grins, shrugging. ]

You're right, it would be near enough impossible.

Knowledge of the self is a gift, rarer than most appreciate, I think. But I must take it in your land women offering service of arms is not so strange a sight?