The thought of fighting had never been at the forefront of things for Beve. Not ever. So there was a certain amount of disconnect that she experienced whilst listening to her Orc friend. Indeed, armour was meant to be used - it was meant to see battle. Without it, there would be no point to forging armour. But for Beve, this was a scary premise. Not that she would ever openly admit it to anyone.<br/><br/>She was not a coward, per se. But she was not one to wish for a good fight, unlike a lot of travellers she had met both at the inn and outside of it. Glory and honour were both found in the act of fighting and overpowering your enemy. Living to tell the story was the goal - and Dragensild sought for good stories. She had heard many things, some that would make even the most gullible soul raise a suspicious eyebrow, but even in those, there was always truth in the teller's eye.<br/>And it seemed to Beve that even when glory and honour were to be had, fighting came with... sadness. Sometimes.<br/><br/>Sometimes glory and honour came with loss. And that was the risk she feared most - the loss. Not necessarily of her own life, although she very much hoped never to endanger herself quite so much, but certainly the life of her friend and even that of her new employer, arrogant as he was. Maybe she would never be a fighter, at all. Maybe their trip would go smoothly, even though that seemed rather far-fetched. But stranger things had happened, so this one had a good chance of becoming a reality, too.<br/>If she could spare Bamut any grief, then fight she would, Beve decided.<br/><br/>Her train of thought was interrupted by Leokas's return and it was a happy occurrence, too, given the fact that the man carried with him a lute. With the instrument in her hands, Beve inspected it from every angle and hugged it to her chest, like a child who had just received the present they had wished for.<b>"Only two silver?"</b>She exclaimed, almost offended that the precious instrument would be valued so inappropriately.<br/><b>"Thank you! That's extremely thoughtful of you."</b><br/>The trip suddenly didn't seem quite so gloomy. She'd at least be able to lighten it up with a tune here and there, whenever they stopped for a rest, provided that the other two were in the mood to listen to music, as well. Otherwise, she'd find a place to play on her own.<br/><br/><b>"Ah, but a lie is different from having manners and acting like a gentleman, Leokas."</b>Beve said, as the man made his concerns about Bamut's weight known.<b>"You may be a skilled fighter, but you could do with a noble touch."</b><br/>For most people, wargs were a scary sight - and that held true even in Beve's case, for any such creature who was not Moonlight, the most loyal soul in a four-legged body Beve had ever known.<br/>Although not particularly good-looking, Beve would regard Moonlight as adorable simply on account of their friendly relationship. And she needed no extra invitation to proceed to petting Moonlight herself:<b>"Hi, buddy! What poor deer have you ripped up today, huh?"</b>Beve cooed, referencing the warg's bloody mouth.<br/><br/>She looked up at Leokas as he mentioned her armour and rose with a nod to signify her readiness to ride.<b>"Do you like it?"</b>Beve asked, gesturing to her outfit:<b>"'m told it belonged to a Knight-Enchanter who got eaten by wolves."</b>She continued, her tone light and verging on amused:<b>"Hopefully that's not a bad omen."</b><br/>She climbed atop the horse, patting the creature on the neck and eliciting a satisfied grumble:<b>"Aw, we'll be best buds, you and I, won't we?"</b>she said, looking at her two companions, reins in hands and ready to go.