"I have throwing knives..." she protested in an unhappy mumble. But he did have a point. With only Bard and Dancer to her name, neither gave her any true combat abilities. The 'kung fu' would only come after she mastered the Dancer job, which was four months away (two if she worked hard).

"You shouldn't be alone either. We have a couch if you need to crash. And I salt the windows to keep evil spirits out, so...well, I mean, it's not the most comfortable sitaution and I know you'd probably object to rooming with two women, but it's there. If you need it. You might."

She didn't bother mentioning the horseshoe over the door. If the blacksmith was that confused when she'd tried to explain what she wanted, Ramza wouldn't understand it any better since his world didn't have horses either.