"Ya' can take that look of' ya' face roight now, missie." "It be a bit tight." The distinctly feminine reply was clearly trying to surpress a giggle. "Don'tcha think I know that!" The mock anger in Rorgor's deep voice showed he too saw the rediculousness of the situation, although he would have shaved his beard off before admitting it. 'Ere, loosen that strap there a tad more, that should open up the breastplate somewhat." "Ooh you be scarin' me, mah love. The Grobi will be fleeing fro' the very sight of ya'."