"Trust me, none of the Ardanian royalty would wear that," she tutted, eyeing him up and down. After a few moments, she moved to the plush chair where she'd done all of her sewing the day before and sat down, picking up a few scraps of black fabric along with her needle and thread. She was working on some finger-less gloves, something to protect her hands and help her climb. She had a very nice leather pair wherever Aulfr was keeping her things, but she'd have to make do until he gave it all back to her.

"You never answered my question, by the way. I asked if I could be allowed to go out hunting. For the most part, I'd only hunt targets you chose for me. And I'd leave some sort of mark, symbol, or something else so anyone who finds the body knows it was your doing. Maybe a card with the Volsung crest on it, surrounded by wolves. I don't know how, but somewhere along the way I became associated with wolves. So I figured I might as well pick up the mask while I was in Xiang-Bao." And what a mask it was. Made of a lightweight metal, almost a helmet, and nicked and cracked and scarred from her many battles. It made the snarling wolf face even more fierce than when it was new. There was even dried blood on it, a nice touch she liked to keep to scare her enemies a little.

"Not to mention to benefits of letting me go out into the city or surrounding villages to find out what your nobility has been doing while not in court. And I need to get my slave mark tattooed over." She brought her foot up to her knee and frowned at the crudely inked words there. "I already know I'm guaranteed a royal pardon should I stay, and this castle is a safe place to come back to when I'm not hunting, so I'm not giving that up. I won't be running away once I'm no longer marked." She ran her fingers over the stinging mark, glancing up at the prince. "So? Will you let me hunt?"