[color=8882be]“Pleasure to meet you, Emil Erran."[/color]

Corra raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed.

[color=8882be]“A knight? How fancy,” [/color]she said to the boy. “[color=8882be]Can’t say I’ve ever spoken to a knight before, or even someone who wasn’t a knight quite yet,”[/color] she continued with a nod in his direction.She had been correct in her assumptions, it seemed. Lordling indeed. Corra had never had much experience dealing with the nobility herself, but she had heard the stories from people in her part of town who had. More than a few of those stories were practically horror stories. Among the poor and desperate nobles were extreme concepts. They were either gods spending their days sipping wine out of golden goblets or cruel, ruthless slavers who were only out to further their own wealth. Overall, Corra had been told to avoid dealing with noble types. According to many, it was an easy way to end up in chains. This young man didn’t seem to fit most of the stereotypes she’d heard. Not at first glance anyways. He seemed nice enough, and not half as pompous as she’d thought he might be.

Corra hesitated before answering his question, a somewhat strange expression on her face.

[color=8882be]“Me?”[/color] she asked. [color=8882be]“I… sold things, mostly. Did a bit of trading. No two jobs were ever the same exactly.”[/color] 

It wasn’t even a complete lie. Corra almost always sold or traded the items she’d stolen. Perhaps her business was one that was done with shady fences in back alleys, but it was a kind of trading all the same. She wondered what the other members of this little group would think if they knew she was a common thief. She was almost tempted to bluntly say exactly what she was, just to see his reaction. They probably wouldn’t trust her, she thought. [color=8882be]It’s best not to let that bit of information on,[/color] Corra decided. 

[color=8882be]“You’re right in that I was certainly never a baker’s girl,”[/color] she continued with a smile. [color=8882be]“At least, not in recent memory,”[/color] she added with her own small laugh. [color=8882be]“Occasionally I sang in taverns and gambling houses,”[/color] she told him. This happened to be completely true, but it really hadn’t occurred very often. She’d had performer friends that got her little jobs here and there when they couldn’t go on that night. It had even paid pretty decently, and was probably the only honest coin she'd ever earned. She had always enjoyed it. Singing was probably Corra’s favorite thing to do. Perhaps in another life she might’ve made a living out of it…

Corra continued to eye her surroundings suspiciously. She was almost certainly being paranoid now. It was probably due to her unease at leaving the city behind, but she couldn’t help feel that there was something off. It was as if she could tell that something had to be going wrong any moment now. They had left without a hitch, and things rarely went smoothly in Corra’s life. 

[color=8882be]“You hear something?” [/color]she asked Emil, eyes darting to the side. [i]Calm down,[/i] she told herself. [i]Probably just an animal stepping on a twig or something.[/i][color=8882be] “Nevermind,”[/color] she muttered. [color=8882be]“Guess I’m just a bit jumpy… So,”[/color] she said, forcing her expression to brighten. [color=8882be]“What’s it like, being a knight? I’ve always wanted to know,”[/color] she said, eyes staying on the road.