Ashley asks about the deserted stop, the safety, and how she manages out here alone.
"I've been out here for a long time, trust me, there've been times when I saw no one for days, so this isn't unusual especially for a Sunday. How do I survive? By the grace of gods I suppose. I haven't seen a bandit, though some of these drivers might as well be, I've been roughed up, though those type often meet unseemly ends. One of those type was just killed the other day I hear. I believe in karma, and a little curse here and there never hurts," ''she winks, then she softens. "So tell me about you? What's someone so young, looking like you do, doing out here in the wilds?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Shouldn't you be in school or married off to some prince or who knows what, I understand the Tabaxi, they'd sooner stab a prince than marry one, and the Aasimar, who can understand that type, but you, human, cute as a button, how did you escape the noble gaze? Concubine, slave, wife, whatever."
Ashley is wary of this line of questioning, "not interested. Like at all."
"They all say that at one point or another, even I was propositioned more than once in Neverwinter and Baldur's Gate when I was younger. It took some careful words and deeds to escape it."
"I was kind of busy like I don't know, I don't remember any of that, but hey, I should get back."
"You all are going to cram into that cold tent? There's plenty of room in here and I keep it warm with that handy cantrip, I placed this tent on a large stone slab, all I have to do is send the spell downward and it's warm for hours, or cold, it's the best spell I know. Seems like a waste not to share it."
