Marilaine looked down at her dirty boots. There was only a tiny bit of mud on them, but mostly it was dirt from working in the gardens. Her fingers were stained dark with soil as well. It was something she ignored as she placed her hands on her hips (smudging them with dirt) and looked at him.


"Why is it I am not allowed to pass?" She inquired, sounding distinctly Orlesian and displeased.