Hilda Brandt

Standing in the middle of the road is another female knight dressed in some very expensive-looking armor.

Jenny winces as she immediately recognizes Hilda Brandt, a stuck-up, overweight, overrated and over-the-hill (in Jenny's mind anyway), that she may have er... "borrowed" a few things from...

"Hey..." Jenny quietly and awkwardly mumbles as Hilda rushes (well Ambleside really, Hilda isn't moving all that fast to be honest) over to the younger woman, huffing and puffing all the way.

"You... *huff* have... *wheeze* a lot... of *gasp* nerve..." The red-faced and increasingly sweaty knight whines.

"Uh... can we talk about this somewhere else?" Jenny asks, her face blushing a little as a growing number of bystanders start to gather and watch the spectacle unfolding in front of them.

"Fine..." Hilda grunts as the crowd begins to murmur and laugh at her. "What about in there?"

The older woman points to the tavern Jenny just left.

The younger woman winces, but doesn't seem to have much choice.

"OK," Jenny relents before a bit of inspiration strikes her. "But they have a three drink, two meal minimum..."

"I don't care!" Hilda wheeze. "I just need... *pant* to sit down..."

Jenny smirks, maybe she can turn this to her advantage after all...