Cyrus felt little shame in the taller girl next to him, due to his intent facination of the clothing. They seemed elegant and yet not befitting a noble. " Yes it kind of is crazy. Though your attire is equally crazy. Are you a noble or something? your clothes are too clean and new to be a peasant...and yet they don't scream elegance so I'm not sure whether I should bow down to you or shirk you away" With a dissmissive glance he throws the sickle on the porch before opening the door. " Anyway. My house is your house, Baylie Thomas of Atlanta."