Tehr shifted his staff to his left hand and bent down to pick up the woman's bag.  To the guard he said, "The ruffian is asleep, douse him or strike him and no doubt he shall awaken.  Left like that, he'll probably wake up shortly, but no doubt with a nasty bruise on his face."<br/><br/>Tehr brushed off the bag where a spot of dirt had landed on it, and bowing to the older woman held the bag out, "M'lady," he said, risking a verbal faux paux.  Some women enjoyed their age, wore it as a badge, and wouldn't enjoy being called 'lady,' preferring to be called madam instead.  However in Tehr's experience it was always safer to err on the side of caution and assume the woman would prefer to be addressed as a younger title.<br/><br/>"Your bag."  He held the bag out with a soft smile.  If she chose to introduce herself then so be it, if not, well, he'd had enough witnesses that it might serve as it's own reward at some point down the road.