Glancing around she heard nothing out of the ordinary and if a group were about to attack she'd likely hear one making a mistake. Relaxing a bit, but still wary, she let go of the hilt her of dagger and eyed the smaller woman warily.
"Aye but ye mentioned a redhead....an' fer me there's jus' th' one. One named Grace....met her at th' Wench a while back. An' me gut says she's no' exactly the simple woman she p'trays in public."
Moving a bit closer but still on edge, she looks at the woman and with a straight face asks her, "Tell me wha' ye know o' Grace."
"Aye but ye mentioned a redhead....an' fer me there's jus' th' one. One named Grace....met her at th' Wench a while back. An' me gut says she's no' exactly the simple woman she p'trays in public."
Moving a bit closer but still on edge, she looks at the woman and with a straight face asks her, "Tell me wha' ye know o' Grace."
