She looks somehow lost. Maybe she needs the help of a fellow woman, especially among all these uncouth warriors. Apart for my Thidrek, of course, who has finally got a bowl of unadulterated milk and is lapping at it to drown his miseries.

"Hello," I say to her. I hope I'm not too intimidating with my bow and my outlandish appearance. "My name is Hareth. Here, come sit beside us! They look rowdy, but they are harmless, really..."