Stavanger Bay Doing everything I can to justify your arrogance

She hummed, satisfied. A lazy smirk graced her features.
Men were so easy. Not that she'd let them know.

"No," she replied, "but I'd been tricked before."
Valour. He was such. He had anger in him, but he was inherently good. Vanity would like to meet what pathetic drip his mother was to see what he came from. It might explain a lot.
"Vanity Valadez," she replied easily, "Former Nightwalker General, former Warlord of Pico del diablo."
She watched him steadily. She wondered if he had any credentials as such. Or if he were just some mercenary making his way.

"Do you think I'd have your Ironwill, Wintersbane?"
If he were interested at all, he'd reply yes. If not, she'd probably take her leave there and then and come back another day. Sooner or later.