[pnpgm] Kiet's response

[David Sanders]

Zabyra smiles and nods her head in acknowledgement of Kiet's
        offer. "Where I am from, unmarried women sleep with a blade in
        hand, to protect their honor. Will there be room in the tent
        for my scimitar?" Then her voice drops to a whisper, for Kiet's
        ears alone. "Or perhaps this is your way of asking for my hand?"

          On the other side of the fire Kell is cleaning his boots from
        the sand and dust and hears this.  He snickers very low hearing
        the crafty woman.

Kiet looks over to Kell and smiles.  This is more fun than expected!  He turn back to our new little dancer and says "No.  Not even close."  He shakes his head and continues.  "I certainly encourage you to keep a weapon handy at all times you are traveling on the road...I do!...especially when sleeping.  Way too much happens at night."  Kiet's countenance changes from humorous to serious.  "You would do well to understand, however, that you are no longer 'where you came from', and some of us simply seek to look out for the other.  That being said, fine!  Go sleep with the horses, then.  Or freeze.  I care not.  I hope you don't get sick from the cold.  I, on the  other hand, shall sleep comfortably warm and dry in my tent."

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