[Frodess]

Yanithë was not very talkative. Indeed, with strangers it was not her way. After leaving Ani Dao, she had given the dwarf his hat back, all sewed up. Again she apologized, still laughing at the image of Master Gromfelt reaching up on his toes for his hat.

After she had saddled up her horse, Alqua, Yanithë approached the man who had been staring at her for quite some time last night. She had indeed noticed, and she wanted to know why.

"So," she asked him, "How goes it, my lord?" Not being eloquent (and having spent most of her time with males, and soldiers at that) she knew not what to say.

Surely my awkwardness must make him smile, thought she. She shrugged her shoulders and waited for his reply.