"I see," Gaol mused. "Well, then I suppose that answers itself, doesn't it?" Never judge a book by it's cover, after all. If she said that she was older, she had no reason to doubt her. It was good timing, because when they were done speaking, a large, tanned skin man opened the door. He was huge, and muscular. The sword he was carrying made Ragnell look like a toothpick, and the deer was draped casually on his shoulders as he regarded their guests.
"...Thought I said no visitors, Gaol?" Magnus grunted in displeasure.