The Dwarven woman grinned at Avints "Is that any way to treat a lass?" she asked before snickering quietly to herself and slowly unfastening her chainmail shirt. It took a little doing, but a few moments later the light mail fell to the ground with a soft metallic rustling "Yer not startin' without me," she murmured as she heaved her large bossom with both hands, it couldn't match Lois' but it was good for one of her race. Lorim made her way to the big, plush silken bed by the window and sat down on it's edge "Avints, would ye help me with my leg armor? 'S a bit of a bother to take off."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>