"Sorry, we get such visitors often."
She said, standing before him. There was a smear of blood on the back of her left hand. He was sure that she had no idea.
He didn't want to call her attention to it but he would rather be some wicked one. Plus he had no cause to be hard on her or loathe her.
"You also fight? Thought your subject do all the dirty works for you."
Vulcan said trying to avert her rude gaze. He was beginning to like quite the numbers of things about her but he was hiding it too.
"Every human should do every of their dirty works themselves. That's what make them men."
She said and looked around for a while. Then she flipped the curtain of the tent sideways and entered,
"Come in, my Lord."
She said to him. Vulcan was moved. He looked around if there was any other person there.
He gave his worries life,
"Your husband lives around here?"