She sits at a mercenary siege campsite. Sharpening her great sword. Her scratched eye semi stinging as she found a moment in peace for now despite taking part in a viscous siege, at least it's a tad more honorable than her bandit days. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a scuffle as she turned seeing her fellow sellswords battering and taunting an individual they had cruelly put a bag on. Scowling, she stood up and saw to end it as her fist was soon buried into one of swordsman faces. Stopping the bullying as the others back up startled, some reaching for their blades only to stop as she drew her great sword, readying as the mercs relent backing, down. As the knight carefully went to lift the victim up and starts to unbag them.

"Are you alright?"