"Y-Yes, I am." (Originally written by TeratonArm )

"Excellent!" She says as she calmly sheathes her sword, and proceeds to walk over to climb aboard the vehicle. "I have need of your services. You will take me to the nearest village, and I may compensate you once I have reconvened with my fellow knights."

"But... Miss..." the driver says, staring at her as she boards his wagon, taking up position among his wares, "You--"

"Ah-ah!" Hilda waves him off, "Consider it part of your duty to your kingdom! And please, consider it quickly, for daylight burns every second you spend gawking at my vestments."

The merchant gulped, but didn't speak any further. Maybe it was the idea that this... 'knight' could pay him. Maybe it was the threat of her very real sword, her apparently invisible vestments aside. Maybe it was just the way her bountiful breasts shook as she clambered up the wagon and into a sitting position. Whatever it was, he simply shook his head, and started his horses forward again.

Meanwhile, in blissful ignorance of the show she's been putting on, Hilda sighs and lays back into this merchants shipments of... flour? Sugar? Chicken seed? Something relatively soft, and in a sack, whatever it was. She wouldn't stick around long enough to find out- as soon as she finds the guard's post in this coming village, she was headed back to her armory, with some creative ideas at **** springing to mind for that damned troll....

So caught up in her revelry, Hilda nearly falls completely forward as the wagon comes to a sudden stop. The woman glares up at the driver, but he hasn't even turned back, eyes wide and skin pale at the sight of something ahead of them on the road.

"Um, miss?" he says, "We have a bit of a problem..."