Fate. Yes, fate was in the hands of the forebears, that was what she had been taught. That this was the first response she received was like a message from the Great Sea Mother herself, telling her that this was all part of the plan. She was here for a reason. Believing that paradoxically both calmed and excited her, though not as much as revelation of Amheurst's identity. 

"A real knight?" She asked breathless, almost hopping forward despite herself. Nobody in the small hamlet that sat near the edge of the swamp was anywhere near that incredible. She'd spent many a night sitting by some lighted window, listening to a parent recount tales of daring do to a wide eyed child. "With a horse and everything? Fighting monsters, saving damsels, righting wrongs? Jousting men over honor? Are you on a quest?"