Eira giggled at Horgar, and hoisted her rucksack up to her shoulder.<span style="color: magenta">"Mercenary,"</span>she reminded him, light-toned.<span style="color: magenta">"Got to travel light, keep all of my things in one place. Just a bedroll, a change of clothes, some tools for keeping up wargear, and a few... mementos. Sweet of you to volunteer, though, old man, and I'm always glad for your company."</span>As she traipsed alongside him back down towards the workroom, she added,<span style="color: magenta">"Probably best that I stay there, too. It'll keep me out of sight if you have any other visitors."</span><br/><br/>Once down in the workroom she stripped quickly out of armor and outerclothes -- the better to empty sand and pebbles from boots, shake dust from her cloak, and just stretch road-weary muscles without the encumbrance of her gear. Though she had little enough concern for modesty these days, she kept on her padded leather trousers and gambeson lest she scandalize her host.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>