"Ah, well accidents are no problem. Aim at one of my men, if it troubles you - that way you'll hit the beast after all." Ronan smirked. He whistled to one of his subordinates, waving them over and pointing in Alianor's direction. "Girl's going hunting. Set her up with some leather, would you? Don't want her getting infections from the tree-barbs, she won't fetch as much if she's damaged goods."
There was an audible squeal of delight from the bandit Ronan signalled to. The woman was tall, standing an inch or so above Ronan, fire-haired, with crisp green eyes and a bright, warm smile. She looked a little younger than Alianor, probably being in her late twenties. When she opened her mouth to speak, the cheery, bright tones of a native Greatmoor Highlander floated out. "Ah! Look at you, you gorgeous thing~!" she exclaimed in delight. "Look at your hair... I mean it's covered in shit now, the forest'll do that, but by the fires you are a perfect young lady aren't you? My name is Kessah, I work as the quartermaster. We don't have much for a girl your size, most of the lads are a wee bit bigger than you, but I could taper something great for you. Would you want something push-up? I reckon I could make a leather bodice that's pretty protective if you give me a few minutes to work."
Kessah took Alianor's hand quickly and tugged the woman over to an area filled with spare weapons, leather armour plates, clothing, and miscellaneous supplies. She unwrapped a bundle sitting on a nearby table, revealing a set of tailor's tools which had presumably been stolen from some other poor sod in the past, and quickly set to work making a set of armour for Alianor to wear - consistently changing the details in line with any comments she receives about comfort or styling.
There was an audible squeal of delight from the bandit Ronan signalled to. The woman was tall, standing an inch or so above Ronan, fire-haired, with crisp green eyes and a bright, warm smile. She looked a little younger than Alianor, probably being in her late twenties. When she opened her mouth to speak, the cheery, bright tones of a native Greatmoor Highlander floated out. "Ah! Look at you, you gorgeous thing~!" she exclaimed in delight. "Look at your hair... I mean it's covered in shit now, the forest'll do that, but by the fires you are a perfect young lady aren't you? My name is Kessah, I work as the quartermaster. We don't have much for a girl your size, most of the lads are a wee bit bigger than you, but I could taper something great for you. Would you want something push-up? I reckon I could make a leather bodice that's pretty protective if you give me a few minutes to work."
Kessah took Alianor's hand quickly and tugged the woman over to an area filled with spare weapons, leather armour plates, clothing, and miscellaneous supplies. She unwrapped a bundle sitting on a nearby table, revealing a set of tailor's tools which had presumably been stolen from some other poor sod in the past, and quickly set to work making a set of armour for Alianor to wear - consistently changing the details in line with any comments she receives about comfort or styling.