Freddie heaves a great sigh and turns on her heel to face Bellamy, hands on hips, her lips pressed into an unimpressed line, her eyebrows tilting to match.

"Obviously the answer is the armor and livery we agreed that you needed for these errands and just spent half an hour ordering. Honestly, Sir Spindleweed, if you're this dull I think perhaps you'd best wait outside for this one. I shouldn't like to introduce you to Messere Larsen if you might taint his views of me, I've been quite enjoying his recommendations. The man has a positively encyclopedic knowledge of the pre-Blight dwarven kingdoms, and I've high hopes he might be able to find me commentaries on Gundren's Observations, and I should hate to jeopardize my chances."