She looks up, raising an eyebrow at you. You can see her clothing and equipment on the other side of the room, a suit of chain-mail, as well as a casual low cut dress and boots, a belt with a dagger laying on the floor. While her assistant had a buttoned up shirt and a skirt laying on the ground nearby. She looked at you for a little bit, before nodding.<br/><br/><strong>"That is understandable."</strong>she said laughing to herself.<strong>"Afterall, I'm sure you've heard so many of my great stories. How I bravely sacrificed an entire battalion of men so I could make a strategic retreat at the Battle of the east gate! Or the time I won that duel with that Prince of the Northern Continent, using my above average intelligence to kill him before the duel was even declared! Or while he was even awake, insuring my victory! I used the very same strategy later on, too win a duel against a superior officer, and I got promoted afterwords! And then there was that one time I...</strong>" She says, going on a tangent on all the brave fights she's been in, and how great of a warrior she was. The assistant yawning and dozing off from hearing the same stories for the 12th time.