Crystal had been surprised the man, something she didn't like. She didn't like being caught off guard. Not when the mention of her father had started off suspicions on two different men.
"I heed your advice, but you do not understand kind sir. I'm General Dorian's daughter. I could be in grave danger if Ferethor is a ranger for my father. I have much reason to be tense," Crystal replied.
She kept watching him, something stirring in her memory. He seemed familiar as did many of the other men in the company seemed familiar. She knew it was only a feeling. All males had that effect on her mind. It couldn't be helped. She was afraid of any man.
Except for one, this man that had warned her. She wasn't afraid of him, yet she knew she should be wary. She had no idea what she was truly feeling. It wasn't love in any form, just a friendly trust. A friendly bond, but yet it couldn't be possible. She had only just met him.
"I'm Crystal Heart, a daughter of Rohan. May I be so bold in acquiring what your name may be?" Crystal asked boldly. She curtsied lightly. Her cloak touched the floor. Years of diginity and grace seeped back into its proper place. Crystal didn't try to stop it. She knew that she would need it and the traveller's way that she had learned. They would both be needed for this journey.
A fight of drunks raged on, something she was very use to seeing. Living for a time in whatever Inn you could find dulled the senses to such ways. She took no heed of the fight at hand. The Innkeeper would take care of them, it was never wise to interfere with a drunk man.
She waited for the man's answer, hoping that he would be truthful as if her life depended on his truthful answer. She hated the feeling and blocked it from her mind as she waited.
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