Her smile widens as he stares and she can almost see the thoughts tumble around in his head until realization dawns on him of what she told him and she tucks the letter away again into her saddlebags, deliberately leaning forward a little bit more then she really needs to. As she looks back up she hears him mention a wagon and she perks up visibly. "oh bless you! I dont think I can get my legs back together again if I have to keep riding for much longer" With somewhat stiff movements she swings her leg over the horse and slides down on the ground with a thud from her boots and stretches luxuriously before hurrying to catch up with the wagons again and before she forgets she digs a hand into her cleavage and tugs out a letter and hands over to him.<br/><br/>"oh.. I almost forgot, from my father to you". with a smile she starts undoing the buckles and straps on the saddle so her horse can be freer and then vanishes onto a wagon with her gear leaving him with the sweet smelling still warm letter. As he opens it up her fathers horrible handwriting comes into view:<br/><br/>Hello boozebreath! Im sorry I cant join you but the years and soft living is getting to me, and to be honest I much rather sleep next to my charming wife then to hear your loud snoring my friend. Instead I am sending my daughter and most cherished possession. No not the armour, her! Of course I will deny ever saying that! I ask you, on behalf of old times sake. Look after her, I never been much of a father to her I know but she is everything to me. AND NONE OF YOUR FUNNY STUFF! Ill admit I am rather.. sloshed at the moment so my ramblings dont make much sense. But.. look after my babygirl and bring her back safe and look after her... eh.. shall we say.. honor? I know I know.. why did I make that armour if I wanted her to remain virgin.. at least.. I hope she is.. if not! Ill take my belt to her shapely behind myself!!!! What was my point again? meh.. just look after my baby will you?<br/><br/>Thorgar"<br/><br/><br/>