"Then tell them to keep their hands off." Masako said plainly. "I was raised in a matriarchal clan of amazons, we don't tolerate being touched without permission well." She wanted him and circled around to and took a seat and leaned it back on two legs and planted her booted feet up on the table and whistled some, exposing an unseeming amount of long tanned leg.  "It might be peaceful but everyone has a right to protect themselves according to what they learned and how they were raised. You might raise sheep in this village but remember<img alt=":eek:" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite9" data-shortname=":eek:" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Eek!    :eek:"/>thers raise predators." She said. "Or in my case...things unnatural." Masako cackled amusedly.  "And if you don't like my mode of dress. Consider yourself lucky, I could've shown up here in full armor and armed to the teeth like my grandmother wanted."