Tehr had an idle thought, one that he was not proud of.  But he did think that with the constant skirmishes and wars with the Gaulic tribes of France, it seemed that a lot of the people he ran into here in London seemed to be women.  With his lusty attitude, of course, that was perfectly all right with him.  Not that women wouldn't serve in the army, but their presence was but a small fraction compared to the menfolk.<br/><br/>Dismounting from Blondie, and pulling his quarterstaff as he did so, he hurried to the dwarven woman.  "Moin," he called out in Dwarvish, "Ik verstah dat nich áglác?"<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">translation</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roughly, he said "Greetings businesswoman, is there a problem here that I do not understand?"<br/>a formal greeting a person would give a professional followed by him asking if there's a problem.</div></div><br/>He then switched to the queen's tongue and said, "I and my companion can help if there's something we can do."