Artaith lowers her arms, but makes no effort to put away either axe or shield. She puts on her very best (not very good) polite face, and stands silently a pace or two behind Elethielle.

Her eyes register the scantily-clad woman as undoubtedly a figure of power- or perhaps a distraction on the behalf of one and dismiss her as somewhere between unimportant and certainly the focus of everyone else. As the rest of the caravan ogles the apparent wizard, Artaith turns her gaze to the rest of the unreasonably glamorous wagons.

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I'll need to find a way to get perception in class or something.... In the meantime: (1d20+3)[17]