"An Iron Crusader", the elf uttered as she stared at the woman in front of her. Had she not trained herself for this moment, she would most definitely have fainted by now. Then she realised she was doing exactly what she had trained not to do: stand still and stare like a sheep. She opened her mouth to break the silence: "An Iron Crusader!", she repeated, "P-please teach me to fight so that I may die several glorious deaths in combat! Wait a minute... teach me yo fight so that I... Gah, that's not what I had practiced!" Despite looking slightly frustrated, the elf seemed enthusiastic nonetheless. She suddenly came to a realisation: "Wait, how did... you know... I was... blessed? I never mentioned that. Or did I? I didn't, right?"