He snorted, before pulling out her paper, and then sliding it across to her. "For some reason, it lists only your name, natural gender, race, and that you require both you and the merchant's permission to be purchased. That is it, the other fields are empty."<br/><br/>A look at the provided paper confirms it, but he leans back, and looks at her. "If I had to guess, you are a trained warrior, or possibly a ranger, though you don't have the feel of a ranger like Cerul does. Your muscles and callouses are sword ones, but a few of them match what you would get from a bow, so I suspect that you were allowed to practice with your weapons regularly while in captivity. You are right handed from the callouses, and while you have them on both hands, the ones on the left are not developed enough to be from a true two handed weapon, but that they are there suggests a bastard sword, primarily trained for one handed use. No shield, probably discarded when your previous liege vanished."<br/><br/>He took a few more bites, before tilting his head to the side and smiling softly, his natural expression. "So, how close was I? Close enough to keep my side job?"