She's glad to have his attention, she really is. Even if she's been here for a while, narrowly avoiding Murderworld, there's always something nice about connecting with people. It makes everything a bit easier.

"I'm sorry if I misled you with my words, but I meant the armory from back home. It's run by a strange man named Merlinus, I think he'd die of shock if he ever saw the weapons they used here."

She runs her fingers along the string as she holds her bow, finding comfort in the fact that at least one weapon here makes sense to her, even if its her own.

"And I'm an archer in the service of Eliwood, Marquess of Pherae. He's a gentle and loyal man. He and his men saved my village from bandits once, it was a day I'll never forget."