Oh, so the tiny woman was the captain.  And she wasn't happy, who saw that coming?  Still, she didn't<em>look</em>like what she imagined a captain of the guard to look like; she expected armor for one thing.   Whatever, she glanced at the council, saw their... depressed looks, and figured perhaps this woman was the source of many a problem here...<br/><br/>"Regardless of whom asked for us, we are here and we'll be doing our job, captain." she said, clearly emphasizing such things as she meets the woman's eyes with her own glare "I can also assure you that neither of us are<em>green</em>, as you put it; we're some of the best,<em>captain</em>."<br/><br/>And so they were; they may have lacked some experience compared to others, but how many women knew the sorts of magic that her lover did, and had the prowess in combat so well that she didn't need weapons such as Aquila?  Answer is 'not many'...<br/><br/>Witching hour it would be then.  Her lover's comment went unnoticed, mostly, and she simply nodded to the woman addressing them instead.<br/><br/>"Very well captain, we will meet you for that watch then." she said, crossing her arms beneath her firm, large breasts, her gaze unwavering "Do you have supplies and the like for us to use to prepare with, or quarters for us to stay in, or am I to assume that such things we are left to our own devices to acquiesce?"