"Perhaps you misunderstand." he said, catching the fact that she seemed perturbed by this bit of information. "I did not mean to suggest we offer you up as a lady of the evening or anything of the sort. Not am I suggesting to barge in on said women plying their trade. You are free to wear your armor, ma'am." he said, downing a bit more of his porridge as he sliced off a hunk of cheese with the provided knife.<br/><br/>"Mercenaries are at their most calm after a job. That means either when they just begin to drink, before they get wild, or when they've.... had help relieving some tension." he said nonchalantly. Noting the fact that Aimil seemed so uncomfortable, he spoke up once more. "I wasn't ALWAYS a castle steward, you know." he said with a knowing smile to himself, stuffing a bit more bread into his mouth.<br/><br/>As he finished, he stood and stretched, the couch not having provided the most comfortable nights rest. "Shall we get going?" he said, pulling on one scaled glove after another. Of his armor, Valerius noted, he realy needed to make some improvements. The old warrior worked best in heavy metal plates, not chain and scale mail. Sadly, massive pieces of armor such as that were expensive, and Valerius knew he'd have to find a way to earn a few Sovereigns if he wanted to operate at peak combat performance.<br/><br/><i>The Teryn wears a nice suit of mail..... perhaps I should seek out Master Wade before long. Perhaps Herren could give me a good deal...</i>