Wrenching her gaze away from Nez's huge, jiggling boob as it was releazed from the dragonborn's hand and left to jiggle and bounce up and down, the blushing, pouting ranger gave a flustered little nod, barely having caught what her companion had said. "I suppose you have a point... Guess we should go find the 'lady in charge' then and enroll in her service", Rissle commented, striding forth again to navigate the camp appearing before them, naturally looking for the biggest tent.