Berma blinked, looking around wildly for a moment before finally realizing where the gruff and undeniably proud voice had come from.  She had to bend over a few inches just to see Codin over her armor, but the moment she laid eyes on him her face split into a wolfish grin.<br/><br/><em>"Ahh, a dwarf is it?  I didn't even see ya there!"</em>she cried, laughing boisterously--all in good fun, of course.<em>"A fancy one at that!  Truly the wilds draw all sorts these days.  And ya say yer a saint o' Kord hisself?"</em><br/><br/>Reaching up into the gorget for a moment, the woman grabbed at a small chain that had gone unseen around her neck and tugged it up for all to see.  A carefully polished symbol was attached to one end, an eight-pointed star crafted from the shafts of minuscule maces and spears.<br/><br/><em>"Now I ain't no</em>saint,<em>but I always liked the cut o' that guy's jib.  I figure if we've somehow managed to cross paths, then I reckon the big guy upstairs must want us to get some killin' done in his name."</em>