It was easy for her to notice that his eyes lingered slightly south of her face, a common mistake by most men. Lady Gweneth had become accustomed to other merchants doing the same, but for them, they snapped out of it once they realized how easy it would be to crush them. Her ever observant eyes also took in his hand, which rest on the hilt of a blade.<em>Constantly defensive or offensive?</em>The thought came and passed as her eyes continued to wash over him. He spoke charismatically, with respect. "My Lady Gweneth, they call me Duncan," He stated after he took a deep bow. The over all air to this man intrigued Gweneth, never had she met anyone who wasn't at least slightly intimidated when they met her. On the other hand, he did seem to have the same weaknesses as another other man. Gweneth remained silent after he introduced himself, glancing away for a moment to pick up a fan on the table next to her.<br/><br/>"I come to offer my sword and my life to you for 13 days, My Lady, so that you may have the pleasure of parting with 300 gold pieces." He smiled widely after he finished speaking, Gweneth didn't even twitch. The Lady slipped her fingers underneath the old book and moved it to the table where the fan had been. The woman stood up smoothly and began to fan herself lightly, the scent of lavender wafting from her neck and bosom. Lady Gweneth moved slowly, as if floating, towards Duncan,her eyes latched onto his as she slowly walked around him, she only broke contact with his eyes once she was behind him. "And what makes you, Duncan, think that you're worth 300 of my gold?" She asked simply, she settled in standing in front of him, closing her fan with a sharp snap. Her eyes left him as she turned around, moving back to her chair where she sat softly. "What makes you better than all the other guards I have hired?" Her face was stern, yet still had a softness to it. Her hands settled on her lap holding the fan at either end. The room fell silent, only the sounds of calm breathing and the ticking clock resounded in the room.<br/><br/>Lady Gweneth had no use to for guards who simply wanted her money, only to stab her in the back. She would need some sort of insurance, as always. Though this man was not familiar. While the town was large, she at least recognized the faces. Her eyes moved to a goblet filled with a deep red liquid, which she reached out for, taking a small sip. "You are not from this area, are you, Duncan?" Gweneth said, setting the goblet back onto the wooden table with a small noise. Her eyes snapped back to his face once the goblet was secured on the surface.