She shook her head,   a bit annoyed by the fact that the bard was propositioning her.  She once more clenched her fist, tendons tightening ever so slightly before the bones in her fingers gave a rather audible pop.  “I’ll pass,  your..  Garments are a bit too…”  Her head shook ever so slightly, as she reached a hand outward to take the letter.  “Fanciful for my taste…”     She took the letter,  in her hand and turned,  “I’ll deliver this and let them know your desires…”<br/><br/>“When poetry can win wars,  I’d gladly lay down my arms…  until then I’ll focus on what I know.”  She turned on her heels.  “As for my status as a virgin or not,  that’s something for me to know.”