"I'm a quarter orc my papa is a mountain man knows lots of elves and other folk, my mama was a whore who he kept a winter and became habit she came back with me growing in her belly. (belch) That's why I'm so pretty. As for killing someone I do business with I don't shit where I sleep that is why the good folks here that live in the village don't mind me I won't steal anything valuable or hurt them without cause, they don't give me cause. Even if the pay is good. (chomp, rip, chew, belch). You are likely higher born than me but how many battles or wars were ended by a blade in the dark not armies or bands of heroes just one scoundrel with guts to go for it. Your lands must have scoundrels they are everywhere.," she says.<br/><br/>She drinks some ale.<br/><br/>"But if not together and I was ordered to gut you, I would do it, likely when you were not in armor and near a weapons being asleep preferable to you awake, your likely good at fighting fair, so take your advantage away but fighting as unfair as possible in fact elven folk don't defend their homes fair. In fact the more unfair the fight on my side the better. Let me ask if you had a choice as a commander if you could fire arrows from strong cover or charge out with blades and fight in close combat, which would you do if the former has the far less risk to your men and women? I would use the archers. So is a scoundrel with a short sword killing the commander of the enemy preventing either of those not the best option risking one life over say a hundred.," Emma asked she has a brain in her head after all.