Ale smiled, how unfortunate, no knight games! What a shame. But Zeltiva was an entirely different world compared to Syliras, it wasn't too surprising that pretending to be a knight and wielding a stick were not commonplace there. “Politics and power trips? Sounds like a painfully tedious place. At least you've escaped that.” The woman stated plainly, she clearly had little desire for politics, that was her fathers domain.
The woman was about to question Marc as to why others were less than fond of his revelation, but suddenly things were turned on her. “So how is it like being a chivalric guardian of an entire city? A woman such as yourself doesn't deserve to look so weary.” Flattery again, twice in one day! This was a treat. The knight shook her head slightly. “Weary or not, it's my duty. Anyways, these bags,” The woman poked at the flesh under her eyes. “Is only from the night watches I've been on for the past five days, I'm sure it'll clear up.” The knight shifted and stood up, she was tired of sitting. “As for my chivalric duties I haven't rescued anyone from a burning building or anything fantastic like that. Mostly just keep people in line, little things like drunks, the occasional fight.” The woman let out a small laugh. “The occasional fool who things summoning some Gods forsaken monster in the city is a good idea.” The woman shook her head, looking out across the garden.
“Over all, there are days you love it, and days you hate it. Much like any other duty. I will always be proud of what I am, that is for certain.” Brown eyes turned from the garden back to Marc. She watched him for a moment, silently. “Enough about that, though.” The woman stretched a bit, keeping her left hip point away from Marc, a habit the woman had acquired with time, keep your weapon away from others, for others are strange creatures with odd behaviors.
After a moment of stretching she motioned again to the book. “So, what legends and myths fill those pages? I haven't heard a bedtime story in ages.” She dragged out the last word, as if to make the time seem longer than it even really was. The knight sat back down next to Marc, crossing her legs.