Aulfr just stepped back and watched her mess with his overlarge clothes, carefully considering the political ramifications. He mulled it over, as he observed her picking out what she wanted, before replying. "I'll see what I can do concerning boots. In the meantime- you'll be staying in here for a few days. I'll get the supplies, but once you're out, you better get what you need yourself. You'll be my personal servant, so you'll be staying the night in this room every night. And, no one will dare question you. I'll have to put my personal symbol on you- you'll be opposed otherwise."

He smiled, inwardly. The beautiful petite foreigner suddenly seen walking about in trousers and leather, doing a steward's work, whispers of her knife meeting enemies of Aulfr Volsung? It'll cause some ripples. Some will want to ally with him- others won't. And his new weapon will cement his power among them.

He let her pick out what she wanted, before he stepped forward and pulled out a relatively innocent-looking shortsword, its blade and most of its hilt hidden and buried in its scabbard. Drawing the shortsword, he revealed one of the rarest of Noxan swords- crafted by one of the rare, long-dead master blacksmiths of the Nox. The bluish blade with the slightly swirly-patterned steel, hilt inlaid with gems and trimmed with gold, ancient runes inscribed in the middle of the one-sided blade. Unmatched in strength- its said that it can break regular iron and even some weaker steel swords, and remaining sharper three times as long.

He let her eyes fall on the priceless sword- and then he rammed it home. "You know what this is. Remain loyal to me, and I'll see to getting you one of your own." He smirked at her, and then attached it to his belt- making sure it was strong and secure. Not many people could dual wield effectively enough to replace sword-and-shield or just a single double-handed sword- in the entire world- but if anyone could manage it, Aulfr could. A rougher handaxe, made for general use, and the beautiful, but hidden, Noxan mastercrafted sword, now at the Volsung's disposal.

"I'll come back with lunch. Try not to leave my rooms in broad daylight through my window- I'll have to kill you if anyone saw you. A pity that'd be, no?"

And then he walked out, leaving the criminal hunter to her own devices in a foreign room.