One Round Only: The

Raider? Jeremia ain't no raider. She's more of a... whaddayercallit... a freelancer. Get it? You do no harm to her, an' she won't do no harm to you. She twirls her revolver on finger to emphasize her point, and very nearly shoots herself in the foot. Her damn fool horse starts up at the shot and does its best to give her a concussion on the brick wall.

So anyway, she's no raider. Now y'all go off and do whatever it is yer s'pposed to be doin', please?

"Oh, okay, sorry. Have a nic--" Princess Fancypants is cut off by the gloved hand of her fellow Postman.

"What are you doing, you idiot, she could be dangerous!
"State your guild and department or I will be forced to apprehend you!"

Jeremia never heard of mailmen bein' law enforcement before. Anyway, she ain't from around here, so she don't belong to a guild, but...

Hold on, what in the Devil's own blistered asscrack is that thing? She politely suggests that instead of botherin' those who're mindin' there own business, the postman/policeman/whatever should maybe focus on the god damn ogre standin' right bally behind 'm?!