Maybe...

You stare at the farmer's daughter, "But, what of your family?"

She shakes her head, "They've been getting on about me and the tanner's son, but I...I always wanted to get out and...and live, you know? I don't want to be cramped up and then married off and..."

Helga laughs, "You sound like my sister."

"She...she was my idol, Ma'am. She lived and had no regrets. I don't want any regrets either, but if I stay here, or where ever we wind up...I'll have regrets. Could I have, should I have, why didn't I? I don't want to be on my deathbed asking What if?"

Helga smiles easily, which the farmers daughter returns nervously, "You definitely sound like my baby sister."

"Thank you. I hope to be...uh, anyway, may I go?" She says after turning back to you, her blue eyes imploring.

"It won't be an easy trip, Ann, it won't. I...I couldn't bear it if something happened to you."

"If something happens to at least I'll know I died trying to live rather than exist. It wouldn't be your fault..."

"If I couldn't protect you, and I'm not much of a fighter, than it would be my fault. I am going to be going through Mountain Kingdom territory and..."

"Then I insist I go with you. Someone has to watch your back...and no one should die alone."

"Nephew I don't think anything you say is going to dissuade her from going with you." Helga says. You detect some amusement in her voice and you aren't sure if it's at your expense. You nod at that though, having realized the same thing.

"Fine...you can come with."

"And you will be traveling for with my daughter and her friend. They'll accompany you through the Mountain Kingdom territory." Helga says, nodding towards the younger warrioresses.

A half hour later you are all leaving the town, you have a new set of leather armor, a new horse and a weeks worth of food for the journey. Ann, the farmer's daughter has a nice solid staff that she plans to use as a weapon, while Helga's daughter Sonja is wielding a broad sward and her friend Sigrun has a short sward and a Bow with fifty arrows in a quiver on her back. Helga herself has gone back to her father's side to help transport your mother's body back to the Clan lands.