"Of course you may, honored Oracle." Elspeth nodded softly, a light pink coloring her cheeks as she kept her gaze forwards. Her hips shifted ever so slightly in the saddle as they climbed over a small rise in the road. "I believe the Lady only refers to me as Marquis as a joke between us, an old way of poking fun at me." She stated, smiling slightly as the farmer's fields passed by. "My father was the Marquis before me, and bore no sons. I'd always been more interested in martial studies than things like magic or faith, and was often mistaken for male. Well... I say was but..."<br/><br/>She trails off, letting the joke hang in the air. "In any case, my father died rather suddenly, and in the middle of getting my family's affairs in order, the Marquis was called to court. I went in his stead, fully intending to take up his mantle. When I arrived, the Bishop himself asked if I was the Marquis of Lengan. The proper term was Marchioness, but what was I supposed to do? A girl, barely an adult, correcting the Bishop in front of countless nobles?" She laughs softly. "So I accepted that as my title, and the Lady has never let me live it down. Not that I mind terribly."