The sudden charm threw her off a little, her father was the better business-man, but she tried to go along with it in stride. The title made her smile, "I've no right to be called Lady, Sir." she debated a moment, "just Ailshea. And of course. Please." She opened her father's door, stepping inside. The place was filled with rich furs. She liked to think her father was one of the best at his trade.
She set the dead animals down to be processed, knowing her next words were a gamble her father kept saying was wise. She trusted his judgment on it, and had learned to be proud of what she could do. "I am a Woodsman good Sir. My skills enable me to find the best animals, so we can get the best furs. And my father is one of the best at his trade, and he has taught me well."