Give me ten good men and some climbing spikes, I'll impregnate the bitch
A cloak slows you down in a fight. Makes it hard to move quietly, and the gold catches the light, so you're nice and easy to spot at night
I'm just an upjumped sellsword
You don't even have to do anything, do you? You just sit there, a rich slab of beef, and all the birds come pecking
