Blind-Eye was starting to doubt his own senses. Was the hangover going into hallucinations now? This woman looked like the typical cover for one of Crassius Curio's<em>Amazon</em>-series. Did adventurers really armor themselves like this? But all his doubts got sifted away as he heard the name of this woman's father. Thorgar Bullroarer. Finest armorer around, almost in his own league, but a damn bucktucker at that. It all made sense now. Too much sense. Only Thorgar would argue that women fought better in revealing armor, because it meant less weight and more agility with the same protection. Only Thorgar would make such a revealing armor for his own daughter. Which brought him to his next mind-wrangling question: Who had he laid to bed to produce such a fine offspring? The man looked worse than a minotaur who'd taken a giant's club in the face. Her mother must have been the heavenly tenth Divine of unnatural beauty that somehow got drunk enough to mix it with a troll like Thorgar. He opened and closed his mouth several times while he looked over the letter and the woman, his eyes lingering on her flask about as long as hers had on his manhood. He cleared his throat finally and handed the letter back.<br/><br/>"I'm Blind-Eye, yes." Feeling a little self-conscious he tries to cross his legs without the armored legionary skirt slipping the girl any better look than she had already gotten. If he ever caught the bastard who decided this was a good idea for an armor he would probably bash his nose in so far he could smell his own backside. "If your father thinks you are ready for the challenge, I guess you are good enough to tag along."<br/><br/>He stood up and swung on the side of the carriage to get a look forward towards the front of the train. They were about to pass Peak's Shade, Falkreath would soon be in sight, yet it was pretty early in the afternoon. Of course the little town could be seen far sooner than you would reach it, the slithering mountain road making it hard to actually reach it in any good time. He looked back at the woman and then swung back in his seat.<br/><br/>"You can bind the horse to any one of the wagons, Ilfhild. I suspect you're sore of you managed to catch up to us this soon. All wagons are open, just pick one and sit up."