[The townswoman walks off muttering, "With those legs? You should be nicer."]

[Aymeric straightens as he hears a very familiar voice engaging in very public humiliation. He turns, very militarily, on his heel to approach her. He gives her a shrug.]

Then you had better go convince the pantysmith to broaden his available wares.

[He greets her with a small smile, his hand on his cocked hip.]

I've fallen in with the adventurer's lifestyle. This job was too good to pass up, financially. [he brushed a lock of hair from his face. His hair was getting a little long, wasn't it?]