[The lady seems to visibly relax at hearing the guy isn't around, but looks at the hand in confusion. She can get down alright by herself...but wouldn't it be rude to not accept the offer? Well, might as well be polite and take it. Slowly, she scoots to the edge of the trunk, and takes his hand in one of her own vambraced ones, before hopping down with the audible noise of armor colliding. The first thing that is obvious, perhaps, is said armor. She's almost in a full set, though she seems to be missing some pants. Who would design such a thing? She's also carrying a shield and lance on her back, and she's definitely close to six foot, if she isn't breaking it already, and seems to be in her twenties, with a smooth complexion and emerald eyes and hair, both hidden under her barbute.
Also, she has a pretty strong country accent.]
Th-thank ya. Looks like he kinda got a hold o'ya, though.
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Also, she has a pretty strong country accent.]
Th-thank ya. Looks like he kinda got a hold o'ya, though.
[So much candy!]