"My name..." Deja murmured, smiling as she walked between Abraham and Tai Yang. "When a samurai earns their title, they are referred as though they are a guardian, a cur, or a greatly respected warrior." As she talked in her usual, soft manner, she unfolded her parasol which concealed her blade, using it to shield her pale features from the sunshine. Despite not being able to truly see where she was going, knowing that her new friends were on either side of her gave her enough stability to continue on.

"A grand example, is my adoptive father Kuno. He is known as the Samurai of Oak, for his wood based combat style."

The samurai was quiet for the beat of a moths wing.

"Yes..." She murmured in response to what Abraham said. "I do not know my way around either, Sir Tai Yang. I would need assistance to the very room of my dormitory, unless I have been placed into a place separate from the Dormitory?"