Emil frowned as the girl offered him a response. He had a sinking feeling that there was more than meets the eye when it came to this girl, but her expression was honest and her reasoning was sound- if slightly flawed. Emil couldn't help but reluctantly admit to himself that maybe this girl was indeed just a city girl going about her business, even if she did go about her business with a blade. (Dat persuasion skill at work...)

The conversation carried on for the most part pleasantly, and the company drew Emil away from his somber moping and thoughts about his brother and family. Especially in a time such as now, friendships and bonds would keep the few of them sane, and at the very least, being cordial with one another would help prevent conflict between one another as time went on. As much as the grumpy looking guards in front of them wanted them to focus and concentrate, it would likely be inevitable before the group of youths and children opened conversation with each other, even the guards could be considered hypocritical as they were already making small talk with one another. It was doubtful that there was much danger in the immediate area anyway- the vast majority of any sort of armed force was converging on the Castle-City behind them. 

Still, they had to remain somewhat vigilant. It didn't appear that many of them were proficient with weapons, Emil wagered that only himself and the guards had any sort of military and martial training at all. Not that Emil would consider himself a hardened warrior- he had yet to experience a taste of real battle. 

The city-girl introduced herself Corra Valerrus, which was as Emil had predicted, not a name he recognized. Whoever this girl was, she was definitely not of a noble birth. This wasn't a particularly new concept to Emil, as a squire he often times rubbed elbows with people from all statuses of life. While the Erran family was well known throughout the city for their military history, they weren't a sheltered family like a lot of noble lineages. 

[color=lightblue]"I'm Emil."[/color] he replied, [color=lightblue]"Emil Erran. I'm a knight."[/color] He said with some pride.

[color=lightblue]"Or... I should be."[/color] he admitted sheepishly. [color=lightblue]"The royal family decided not to knight me- which is why I'm on this caravan going north. Otherwise, I guess I'd be on the wall with my brothers right now getting riddled with Varyan arrows."[/color] Emil said, his voice soft, his mind almost in another place. On the one hand, Emil feared for his life like any other person did, and the wall would've likely been his death sentence. At the same time, he felt guilty leaving his brothers and family behind while he fled north. 

[color=lightblue]"What about you, 'ordinary-city-girl'? What did you do before coming here? And don't tell me you were a merchant's assistant or a baker's girl."[/color] he added with a small laugh.