"I... had not considered that."  Arngeirr was cowed by the slight woman's words.  He was still not used to being outside the Hugelands.  In his home village, there were many men and women he knew could best him easily.  He had yet to see the fighting skills of the Guard and monks of this monastery, and if he were honest with himself he doubted many of them would have enough skill to make up for the difference in shear physical capability.  A Hugeman was a terrible sight to behold in battle; Arngeirr himself was not a soldier, and therefore carried no arms or armor, but he was still a<i>warrior</i>of justice.  Even unarmed, he was large enough and strong enough to simply pick up an armored soldier and throw them, hurling them from ramparts or dashing them against walls.<br/><br/>But those last words.  "Even Mary, who you've sworn to protect."  Those stung the most.  He was a stranger in this land and had taken it upon himself to make that vow in the face of danger.  Given recent events, he knew the poor girl would need all the protection in the world, if only to survive the squabbles of her caretakers.  If something awful were to happen, Arngeirr was than capable of causing untold destruction.<br/><br/>And if one were to ask Arngeirr, he would say that he had already stumbled in the line of duty.<br/><br/>"I say lass, you are correct.  It was foolish of my not to think of that outcome myself."  The giant bows graciously to the warrior and says, "I shall of course agree to any precautions my comrades suggest.  This is, after all, no longer simply my journey.  It is ours."