Kyle
Tyril noted the obvious hint of sarcasm in her voice but he didn't mind it at all. Instead he stayed silent for a moment and nodded his head at her. "I suppose you can say that. And you are right about one thing. I don't think I can memorize everyone's face. " He responded to her with a shrug. His brows then arched for a moment as he heard her words. He wasn't certain what she meant by battling demons. He didn't know much about demons or battles against them. It wasn't surprising to him as he didn't indulge himself in dark magic or anything related to demonic stuff. Although he could still learn and he believed he should learn stuff like that because he never knew when they may come in handy he wasn't in too much of a rush about it. He folded his hands in front of him neatly and cleared his throat at her. "I will admit my knowledge about demons and things related to them is a bit low. " He said to her. "Frankly you are the first person I met who seems to fight demons. Perhaps you would accompany me someday and tell me all about those battles. I would certainly like to know more about it. Sounds like a rather interesting path. But for now I suppose I can ask around and see what I can come up with." He stopped for a moment before realising his mistake. 



"Pardon me but I forgot to introduce myself. My name is tyril nerijor. What is your name my lady? " He asked her gently.
Loretta
Barking out a laugh, she remarked, **"My face, at least, is rather memorable, or so I hear."** His look of surprise was very familiar for her. Anytime she was forced into talking and told similar lies, many people were surprised or impressed. If not for her stature and her scar, she got the feeling many people would berate her about a woman being in such a line of work. But with those two factors, she looked far more formidable than the average, dainty lady. Watching him with her cool, piercing gaze, she found it almost comical how prim and proper he was. It was especially entertaining since she primarily spent her time around mindless undead and one rather large, warrior-like undead. As Tyril spoke she had to internally suppress a giggle; for many reasons, it was good she hadn't brought Alexander with her. They were far more recognizable together, he was a bit large for something this stealthy, and he would *Absolutely* Have none of what was happening right now. This poor fool would likely be dead; not that it much mattered to Adelaide.

Rolling her eyes once more, the Wilted Rose commented dryly, **"No surprise you know no such sorts. You seem a bit... Too fancy for that."** Her blue green eyes seemed to try to bore holes into him, **"I'm afraid I'm not a terribly big fan of company. Or of talking really. You might call me... Business-like, if you want to put it nicely for your sensible, delicate ears."** While she was definitely not interested in meeting him for lengthy discussion, nor anyone really save Alexander and her fellow disgraced knights, she didn't want to completely cut off a potential source of information. Social niceties just really weren't her forte. Sighing, she added, **"Though I would be grateful, for anything you find out."**

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Surprise replaced her neutral expression, only for a moment, at his introduction. Adelaide entirely expected some title, or list of titles, based on his dress and the way he conducted himself. Perhaps he was withholding it intentionally. If he hadn't recognized her yet, she felt it was unlikely he would. On occasion, she would send some zombies through town in the dead of night, to tear down her and Alex's posters, so that they might move about the City a little more freely. It worked, for the most part. With complete confidence and somewhat of an edge, she introduced herself, also free of titles, **"I'm Adelaide Moreau, of the Eternal City. I live with my... Friend on my estate in the southeastern part of town."** Her hesitation came of not being entirely sure *What* To call Alexander. He was certainly her best friend, but then their bond was far more than friends. Without her feelings spoken, and any she fervently hoped he might have, nothing more had come of it yet.
Kyle
Tyril hadn't given her his title or where he came from because for whatever reasons he didn't feel like he could trust her. What the reason for such a logic was he didn't know. But something in his gut told him that. Still he knew she could easily tell he was somewhat important because of his clothes. Unfortunately there was nothing he could do about it at this point. Even after she commented about him being too fancy he stayed silent and didn't give her any response or anything. But her next words made his brows furrow for a moment. He bit his lower lip listening to her words before simply nodding his head at her. He wasn't sure how to respond to her about it but that wouldn't stop him from doing it so. "I see. And don't worry my ears aren't that delicate or sensitive. " He said to her with a wink. 



As she introduced herself he noticed she also didn't give him any titles, no doubt intentionally. Which was clever from her. But he hadn't said anything about it to her. He mentally noted down her name and had made a mind of finding out more about her and especially more about this friend of hers. "It is a pleasure to meet you lady Adelaide. I suppose I shall let you go now. Don't want to waste anymore of your time. And I am sure your friend is eager to see you. What is the name of your friend though? Perhaps I know them. I do have good connections in eternal city. "