[ Sal moves around so she's got her legs on the bed, sitting up straight against the headboard. She's still got her boots on because, well, obviously she's not that trusting. Got to be ready for anything. But the rest of what he's saying has her interested; maybe there's some rhyme and reason to who's been pitched into this strange place? ]
I guess it's nicer to look at than a boring old gunpike, at least.
[ She cross her arms over her chest, thinking. And hey, that was almost like a compliment. ]
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I guess it's nicer to look at than a boring old gunpike, at least.
[ She cross her arms over her chest, thinking. And hey, that was almost like a compliment. ]
So...you're a knight? Some kind of soldier-type?