The guardsman looked her over as she spoke. His eye caught the hilts of her weapons and smiled. They were was Sirlev made. He had no doubt that she was here for the weapons but her overly innocent tone was at odds with the way she held herself. Back straight, piercing eyes, the way her muscles in her arms corded as she held the reigns…he was certain she could handle herself. Either way she didn’t seem one to cause trouble and her skin was a fair tan, so points in her favor.<br/><br/>He nodded to the guards behind him and they lowered their weapons. He stepped aside, waving her ahead. “Welcome to Sirlev. If you are looking for an inn I recommend the Cheerful Dagger in. Look for Henry. He’ll take good care of you.”<br/>