[ She advances a few steps further, out of either aggression or pure obstinacy it's not readily apparent, but one thing's for certain - she doesn't run from a conflict.
She notes the way the stranger's spine stiffens, and she tips her chin. ]
You've no weapon, either. How'll y'stop me, Old Man? [ She casts a scornful eye down at the skirt of his armor. ] 'Specially when y'might catch a draft in that getup?
[ real warriors don't let their undercarriages get exposed to the elements, Jorah. ]
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She notes the way the stranger's spine stiffens, and she tips her chin. ]
You've no weapon, either. How'll y'stop me, Old Man? [ She casts a scornful eye down at the skirt of his armor. ] 'Specially when y'might catch a draft in that getup?
[ real warriors don't let their undercarriages get exposed to the elements, Jorah. ]