To be honest with herself, Adela was no knight. Not yet at least. She was a rogue, it was all she could be at the moment, since the knights rejected her from the counsel. This journey could mean a new beginning for her, a chance to finally belong somewhere. But as she heard him, her head dropped down, holding her tongue to say anything else. Her sword dropped to her side, not wanting a fight with him. She knew now he meant no harm. All she could do now was listen to him.<br/><br/>She would never do as he advised. Home was a hell, personalized for her discomfort. But as he continued on, she smiled to herself a little. She liked being called pretty, but what she liked more is when people saw that she was more than just a pretty face. She looked back up, as she realized he was leaving. She stepped forward a little bit, feeling a need to follow, but stopped herself.<br/><br/>He turned around the instant she stopped, which made a curiosity bubble in her eyes. He wanted her name? What use would it be to him? She huffed a little to herself, deciding it would not matter either way.<br/><br/>"Adela Benette." She said rather bluntly to him.