Staring down at the girl for but a moment, Belatia instead offered, though with a bit of mirth in her voice "Sir Morr, certainly you would be more... adept at answering this question?"<br/><br/>The old knight's voice was, as always, impassive, though this time with but a hint of confusion "I would not know why, weibel Belatia. Indeed, I have encountered women wearing the same amount of clothing in most of the towns I visited in my life, though the words they considered me with made no sense, to speak plainly."<br/><br/>The good weibel stared at him for a few moments, just as she had Mary just a few moments ago, before giving off something of a short laugh "Really. How about this, Mary, these clothes... these women are very poor, they save what money they have for goods more important than clothes. That so many stare at them because of that is only because they pity them. Which you can see by that sailor over there who is quite ready to give them money." giving off another laugh as she looked at said sailor, a burly man with quite the demand for carnality in his eyes, she added "And nothing else." casting a glance at the helmeted figure of Morr "At all."