John
"Blue bread? Might want to avoid that sort of stuff, mould isn't good for you..."
*She'd caution, missing the Freudian slip entirely as they wandered towards the building on the horizon. The knight gave a few glances to her new companion, still trying to work out her intentions.*
"What's you name, dear? I realise we haven't made introductions."
Donald
"My name is Manon, I'm a healer." *She leaned forward in a small bow to the knight. She was feeling rather hungry but she needed to learn how to use a knife properly before catching what she needed.* "Have you been a knight for long?"
John
"Elias. A pleasure, Ms. Manon. As to your question, it depends what you mean. How long have I been a vassal to a liege-lord? For no seasons have I had such an honour. How long have I donned armour and fought like a noble? Many moons, about twelve now... And to you? How long have you been in your profession?"
*She'd reply with a weak, hollow smile, the topic of her past still aching her heart. The bow was returned with an elaborate one of her own - unique to Irtutian nobles, sparse as they were.*
Donald
"I guess since I was a little girl, I've always wanted to heal people and protect. Just not in the way you do, I suppose." *Manon turned her back and started to walk towards the market place. It wasn't anything like in the city but it had supplies which was good enough.* "Do you enjoy what you do?" *She looked over her shoulder as she asked the question, facial expressions told a lot these days.*