"Huh," Kragga snorts. "People tell all kind of stories. I'm sure there is a village or three out there that says I am ten feet tall and devoured entire families in a gulp before demolishing a cottage with bare hands. Especially when they fail, people make the accomplishment seem harder than it is." Kragga scratches herself, then pats the skittish horse that drew the unenviable task of carrying her weight. "I am not concerned. The weak minded alone are put off by stories of difficulty. Me, I am interested in another thing- is this a road with many bandits?" She sounds almost... eager.