"Not one person, a couple it seems..." she said, going from her to the man without his shirt "He could use the practice.  Once he's done stuffing his face with meat and ale I'll make sure he goes to help."<br/><br/>The bear gave a roar, and Lanethe rolled her eyes.<br/><br/>"Oh hush!  If you forget - which I'm sure you do! - we can use the gold!" she spat back at her furry friend, their usual banter "Think of it as practice or something.  You do well enough you might get more of that stuff to shovel down your gullet."<br/><br/>A pause, and the bear roared before going back to his trough.  She smiled, laughed a bit, and turned to the man once more "He'll do it!  He gets hurt though and I'll have your nuts hanging from my pommel, capiche?"<br/><br/>(OOC: Ferocity roll! 2d6+2 = 11)