Now this was a curious thing. The girl's voice was fluttery and giddy - both traits one might expect in a young city girl's tone, yet they seemed... off. Something about the way they flowed was a bit too perfect, too much of what was expected that it strained Aaron's mind when compared to her first reaction to his presence. It felt rigid and unnatural compared to how she was a moment ago. Like comparing cold-forged iron to hard-wrought steel - they were nearly the same in material, yet the steel had been processed and sculpted till its black became white and it's rough edges became smooth.<br/><br/>But, far be it from Aaron to be rude or suspicious just because of a hunch. So he tucked his lingering thoughts and suspicions away.<br/>"...actually, I'm not exactly a 'lord' yet. Haven't really proven my worth and valor to the extent that the Order'd be happy with. Which means I can't own land or servants, and don't have access to the kingdom's armory."<br/>He reached into his bag and produced a few strips of dry, salty deer jerky. "...though it also means it wouldn't be improper for me to offer you to stay a while and sup with me."