Lyrisa looked up at Leifr as he spoke of her not gathering her supplies. "I already have everything I need. If you didn't know, I've been traveling for a while now, here and there." She put her book away to give him a better response. He didn't seem to notice really. 

Then he attempted to dissuade her. This was something she expected from a noble that referred to her as "Lady". She was of no court or anything. "Alright, I'll admit I'm no fighter. But if this is a mystery to be solved, well, you'll need brains. I've not really got anyone to worry about me anyhow. . ." She trailed off. It was picked up by an all too familiar. . . Albeit annoying voice.

"She has no parents." It was the guy from the bar. Oh, it just had to be him again, smug with his annoying attitude. He deserved a punch to the guts for all the stress he's put Lyrisa through. That's what she thought at least. He started walking towards her though and introduced himself as Fiore. "Hey, you're pretty cute, huh? Cuter than that lovely worker back there in the tavern."

He didn't know where the line to stop was. Calling her a child first, then calling her cute. What was he? "Creep." She said giving him but a sideways glance. It was oh so hard to get along with those types.