“Hell that’s why I keep a horseshoe up me arse, travelling as I do.” Gisella offered a real smile, and even gave a chuckle, “See I don’t have a door.” She pulled a little bread from a pouch and took a few bites before speaking again. Still happily leaning on the door of the forge.<br/><br/>“I’ll bet your granny talked as much nonsense as mine did then?”  There was a frown that passed the waifs brow as the priest was mentioned, “He I am thinking is as much of priest as I am?” She shrugged again “But then what do I know? You don’t have a glass of beer do you…not sure about the water in these parts.”<br/><br/><br/>Gisella still appeared relaxed though inside she was as always ready to fly. “By the way the names Gisella…”<br/>