"They have all been good to me." Mialla smiles. "From the baroness and her squire to the craftspeople and peasants, I had more of a welcome than I expected, being what they call a landless, lordless vagabond closer to the capital." She keeps pace easily enough, eyes gleaming. "But... I wouldn't want to overstay that welcome, and I only asked for a place to winter, not permission to settle down."