<span style="font-style: italic">Merit? My name isn't Merit...</span>she thought to herself.<br/>"It wouldn't be that painful unless you stepped on it with its mouth open. And they don't give you a hatred towards merchants, so they wouldn't make you a bandit," she mentioned.<br/>This was all based on her theory of bandit conversion of course, the one she spent all night mulling over. But she wasn't too particularly interested in the strange and aggressive looking man. The quiet one may be a potential employer, but as she turned to look at the golden haired girl once more, she was backing away. Maybe she wants to discuss something in private? With the foreign man's bare feet, he could always be a potential caravan raider waiting to happen, and would not want him to be privy to the details of the operation before they set out. So Sigrun took it upon herself to approach the girl once more, looking at her a moment before making a gesture with her hand to go on with what she was going to apparently say.