[ Is he native? It's hard to tell - none of these people are her people after - and she clearly doesn't belong here. If how well she's dealing with the cold is anything to go by.

It's no matter, of course, whether he is or is not. ]

Just a small matter. [ She draws up the gold in her fingers. The long looping chain that now that she has cleaned it some, is bright, except where she can't really clean it. It sways from her fingers, a heavy pendulum in tight circles. Turning around itself as it does and she keeps it pinched at the same height between where forefinger and thumb are bare under her heavy leather gloves.

She speaks polite, but her hands are not, a mess of scars of weapons on her knuckles like starbursts. ] I'm afraid I must ask you to be my maid, for but a short while. Unfortunately, I cannot see to judge it by myself. If the task does not oppose you?

[ Some men would find it offensive that she might ask - they weren't men she wanted anything to do with. ]