Vania slept well and dreamed of the woman who had come into her life. She would love to have her stay but who was she to ask her to stay. She knew the woman was a rolling stone. She had the idea that she was some sort of mercenary. Who else would travel with a bow and use it so profusely? She woke the next morning and bathed in the hot bath that had been drawn for her. She dressed in the beautiful silk pants then put on the armored bottoms. She put on a silk bra that clasped in the front. She put on the male top and the armored top went on. She had the maid retrieve two trays of cinnamon french toast. She then went across the hall and knocked on the door. "Veronica? I was hoping I might join you for breakfast. Then I was wishing to invite you to go on this mornings hunt with me. You said you loved to shoot your bow. I was thinking you would enjoy this." She called out in a voice louder than the volume she normally spoke.