She was almost so engrossed in her concentration of making one letter follow another that she almost didn't notice she was being spoken to. She looks up at Rumah, bright green eyes edged in blue. The corner of her lips ticks upwards a bit.<strong>"It's... more that my writing skills aren't very good, I'm afraid."</strong>She actually turns the sheet towards hum. Her<em>writing</em>is immaculate... but she's barely filled the parchment out. More like a monk at work illuminating a manuscript than someone writing information...<strong>"And you make an excellent point. If the dead walk, then unprepared would-be heroes will add to their ranks... And flesh and blood or... <em>other</em> things, simple skill in a tourney is a very different thing, indeed!"</strong><br/><br/>She lowers her eyelids and gives a dip of her head to acknowledge his introduction.<strong>"Oh, it's no worry, Rumahs, conversation is always nice."</strong>She shifts her scribing tools around and draws back the gaudy sleeve of her tunic to offer a hand. Despite its fine bones and fair skin, her hand bears a callus at the base of her thumb from sword practice.<strong>"I'm Sariel Tam. Ch... Chosen of Artemia."</strong>she hesitated - it always sounds so pretentious, and color rises from her freckled cheeks, into her ears. she softly clears her throat.<strong>"Upsetter of acorn carts too, it turns out."</strong>She smiles again, then makes an effort to make a more solemn expression for the topic...<strong>"and by <em>this</em> I mean... the black fog?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"And this is Rythfa,"</strong>she introduces the sand-colored fox that is twining around her feet, when he makes an expectant little noise.<strong>"He... helps me."</strong>She doesn't ever know how to explain that.