"Whatever you say, Mister<span style="font-style: italic">Meryt</span>."<br/>The knight has noticed that the cloaked stranger from earlier has already moved on to greener pastures. Or pinker, depending on the color of the pasture you're searching for. Soon after she spoke, the tall man offered his suggestion of moving the conversation to the inn. With all the attention that was gained within the past few minutes due to their antics, it was no wonder the shy woman was unwilling to speak. The offer seemed harmless enough; what else could a tall intimidating man with two swords latched onto his back do to two unsuspecting females?<br/>"I suppose. Maybe. Sort of?" she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I believe the other female in this conversation is more entitled to decide on a course of action than I am."