In the time it took the man to enter Alexis' tent, the mercenary had removed her jerkin, slinging the leather vest over a display of dark azure armor and was slipping out of her mail hauberk. The underlayer, a green quilted tunic, fell to her knees, matching the length of the mail that had hidden all but the sleeves. Turning back to the guest, Alexis finally managed her response, saying, "I prefer Madame or Ma'am, though I have heard it both ways." As the warrior went to hang the mail, she amended her comment. "I only expect such respect from those who serve under me. 'Alexis' is fine for us."
Alexis stepped to the center of the tent where a pale gray rug was ringed by stools. Taking a seat, she offered one to her guest, before saying, "Actually, you still haven't given me your name. How should I address the man who would offer me control of my ability?"