Frey stayed staring at Nihonto, realizing what his gaze was trying to tell her. Her gaze was marred by a bone helmet of course, but she did her best to imply that she relished in the fact that things might be a bit rough on her. Wanting to solidify this fact she stated, "I could use the experience...maybe I'll end up as more than a guard when all this is said or done, or maybe I'll end up as a victim of whatever caused this 'attack'. I know what I am getting into Sir Knight."

She turns to the Sceptile afterwards, looking him and his gear over as he had her. She was indeed a bit young to be a guard, but she had pressed and pressed herself until she was able to take her place amongst them. She merely lacked the combat experience she figured that both Nihonto and this Sceptile had, "I hope to learn well from you, Sceptile. My name is Frey, and I believe I have not heard the story of your master before this, but Nihonto's skill with a blade is not a thing to be made light of." She looks up at the Typhlosion and his blade, then her own lance, which hid her blade inside it. Nihonto's blade was somewhat different. She could simply feel that looking at it, and this other old pokemon may not have had a weapon like Nihonto but surely he had skill. Frey had nothing but determination, but that was enough to see her through her the rigors of becoming a guard, and that would be enough to keep up with these two experienced fighters.

"So 'leader'." She addressed Nihonto, "Anyone else joining up? If not when do we set off, and what preparations have been made for our journey? Do we have a caravan, and entourage. Or is it just those who answered the call today?"