'And how shall I address you? Hired sword of the latest lordling to come looking for me? Or just the only one who didn't mind Oghren's ale-breath?' Hopefully, you can find your way back more easily.' She then proceeds to look at me.
It figures you'd eventually find your way here. 'Shave my back and call me an elf! Branks? By the Stone, I barley recognized you!' 'After all this time, my tolerance for social graces is fairly limited. 'Let me be blunt with you,' A dwarven woman, Branka most probably, says.
