"I tried. Both Baron Escurçó and Malcor's children are still living. Even that vicious little shit of a son of his, though he's taken a few lumps." She sighs.
"The truth is that I was an adventurer. I fell into a trap. From what I learned after I beat my way out of it, it was a golem-making trap. There were all kinds of creatures down there, converted to brass, not quite golem, but not really living, that had been caught through the centuries. They worked together, you know. Brass foxes carrying scorpions to sting you. That ruin was ancient, and deadly, and I came out of there- strong. I could likely kill any man here who is not a wizard."
There's a long pause. Séfora looks about herself, hugging her body. "I am not saying no. Perhaps I'm not just saying no yet. But I have never met a noble who was not evil. Certainly not in my committees today. We should talk. It would be the responsible thing to do. It would be what a hero does."
She looks away.
"Perhaps we could come to some type of accord."
She looks at him seriously. "But absolutely no bedding!"