Avis frowned at Sheo’s explanation of Atisha’s backstory. She hadn’t realized that the Alftar was an orphan. She couldn’t imagine losing her family- the idea of going without her father at this point was something she couldn’t consider. Brushing the thought aside, she answered the woman’s question. “I’m a sort of mercenary. I tend to travel around with caravans as a guard, so I don’t tend to have to pack too much stuff. I’m in between jobs right now, so helping out Magnus seems like the right thing to do.” She paused. “Not that he’s paying me. Just, you know, a good deed.” She rested her chin on her hand, grinning sheepishly. “That sounds kind of self congratulatory, though.” She smiled at Magnus over Sheo’s broad shoulder- not that that was an easy feat.