"Evening Merick." Her voice was soft, and cheerful. Refined, but spunky. Any who heard her could tell she was of noble birth, but that she also rebelled against the expected stiffness of her noble birth. She moved with a certain confidence and grace; and yet still playful. "Quiet today." She noted and then moved through the small crowd. Smiling brightly and returning the greetings of the patrons she recognized, laughing occasionally when they mentioned something funny to her. Being a local noble, though not so haughty as all that, she often spent her time here at the only inn in town; keeping her finger on the pulse of the people. Besides, she'd made friends here with the commoners.<br/><br/>Tonight, she had planned to play cards with an old friend of hers. She made her way back to the usual table, but there was someone boasting about the war stories. She sat down initially, enjoying his stories. But the drunker he got the more outlandish and loud his tales grew. It started to repulse her. So she took her leave. That's when she noticed a paladin in the corner.<em>A genuine paladin of the sacred order!</em>She'd heard of them, but she'd never met one.<br/><br/>She watched him for a moment, noticing his calculating eyes as he looked over the room like he was everyone's protector. Or perhaps judging them. She turned a beat red wondering if he could detect any impurities in her soul or any wicked things she'd done.<em>No. There's no way. They can't do that.</em>The red evaporated almost as quickly as it came and she made her way over to meet the paladin near the fire.<br/><br/>Approaching him, her posture changed slightly; every little tidbit she learned from her mother on how to act as a noble lady ought to flashing through her mind. She was better off acting like a noble in front of paladin than her usual playful self. She non-nonchalantly, inquired, "So, what brings a paladin of the sacred order to this dull corner of the world?" She took a seat, sitting upright and stiff as a noble ought to sit.