"You mean, they don't just want to know what I'm wearing under my clothes?" Mialla feigned wide-eyed shock very well. "I appreciate that they are serious about their duties, though." Her eyes twinkled as she grinned at Giles, leaving the rest of the teasing question unspoken for now. "Not much to say about me... I grew far to the southwest. Probably shows in my selection of songs and stories - incidentally, that is why I picked a romance. Much harder to offend an unknown audience with a love story than with tales of martial exploits, when the latter might remind someone of having been on the wrong end of them." She stretched her legs out under the table, careful not to kick anyone, and sipped her beer. Bitter, but she had gotten used to that. It wasn't often that a travelling songbird could afford wine. "Mother had been... indiscreet... with someone, and..." She shrugged. "I am, I suppose, a lucky one. They let me live. About a year ago, I discovered that I was curious about the rest of the world, and it was not like I left a loving family and a good husband." She grinned a little ruefully. "I am still learning. Did not expect to be caught out like that earlier today, and I am grateful Baroness Waldgreen decided to let me stay."