[She's right enough about the freezing part--at this late hour, he'll likely be caught locked outside before he can make it to the next suitable building, and he's ill prepared to handle the bitter cold come nightfall. The way she looks at him as if she recognizes him is off-putting, but if she turns out to be a madwoman he thinks he'll be able to handle himself.]
My thanks. I'm called Bard. [He takes off his pack as he speaks, but not his coat just yet. Just in case.]
then again he couldn't afford one in the first place
My thanks. I'm called Bard. [He takes off his pack as he speaks, but not his coat just yet. Just in case.]