Jezin remained blank-faced, looking briefly towards the princess across the field. "Maybe so. I'm glad she's able to." He looked over to the woman beside him. Despite her steady stream of questions, he knew very little about her. He lifted himself up from his leaning position against the post and leaned his spear against it. "Miss..." He tried to remember the name she had said to Thomas as he left. Lexine... Tristan, that was it. "Well Miss Tristan, you seem to have learned a bit about me. Why don't you tell me about yourself?" He was curious as to what the woman's story was. All he knew was that she came from somewhere up north and had traveled a bit. Surely she had a story or two to tell.