Alura smiled at Rhovanor's words but didn't say anything, she simply nodded her head. It could be a very good possibility her father had taught him, he had traveled very often. The last time Alura had seen him was when she was about 10, in human years, he had presented her with the necklace that last time. He had died in a raid. He had always been a fierce man, so protective of those he loved and cared about. He had died defending his party, because of his sacrifice many of his traveling party had lived, they had made it back to the village to tell Alura that the last living relative she had, had died. Clearing the lump in her throat, Alura studied her gaze ahead. Pulling her cloak tight back about her, Alura rested back against the seat as they traveled along. Returning her knife back to its holster, the Elven maiden fastened back and returned her gaze back to the road once more. "Rhovanor, how long have you known the King?" She asked quietly, being mindful of the sleeping others in the back.