"I mean, I guess I know a little about fighting. A monk couldn't pay his tab once and offered me hand to hand combat lessons, but I'm not a fighter! Look at me!" She looked over her lithe body with some muscles built up from doing everything in a tavern. She even realized that all the running didn't tire her out as much as it should have. "N-never mind! I'm not a fighter! I'm a bar maid! You can seriously be thinking about bringing me along, right?" She knew they were. She also knew how badly she wanted to save the girl. She also knew that her ability to fight was amateur at best and down right detrimental at worst. She'd never been hit, well beyond the bar fights which promptly evoked every knight to kick the ass of whoever did it. S