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[It ain't even a horse, whatever he thought he'd heard before. It's a little girl of some sort. The flash of gold he saw was probably her hair. The sound... heels, maybe? The constant clicking from those high-class women tromping around Saint Denis was insufferable. If it's a girl, though, it's no wonder that she's hiding from him, considering he's a big and ugly bastard. Must be about as pleasant running into him in a dark cave as it'd be running into a bear.]

[Still. He's not about to leave her down here to fend for herself. Arthur coughs into one of his hands, then lowers them both out in front of him, keeping his voice nice and calm and as friendly as he can make it.]

Well, I ain't meanin' to bother no cave bats. Sounds like an awful place for a girl to be, though.