[why is it that the young ones always sound much older than they are?]

You seem much older than that. [she bites her lip on a grin] Twenty-eight. I will be twenty-nine near the year's end.

At least with maces and axes, there are ways to handle those. One must simply tolerate these, as though they are - normal.

[she blinks, before she scowls] That sort of thing is possible here as well? Bloody hell.