Ierste was hired guard for some stuck up royal--- as least that's what she figured. She couldn't turn down the 100 gold offered, even if she had to travel cross country for a few weeks.

You were much more attractive than she gave you credit for--- not that she would tell you that.

Ierste huffed, "You're a bit small," she muses, brow furrowed as she looks you over, "No wonder you need a bodyguard," she grumbled.