Osla's eye twinged for a minute after Ernst called her a noble, but her rage was soon subdued by her loud and boisterous laughter. She practically fell off her chair in her fit of joy. She soon regained her posture and replied to Ernst.
"I'm about the furthest thing from a noble" She said before taking a swig of ale.
"And I don't much like talking to dirt so I'll probably refrain from telling my 'mom and pop' about this" She grinned before continuing on about their new Kunite companion.
"I met a few Kunite before when I was on the road, crazy bunch from what I've seen" She looked over her shoulder to see if Marco was actually listening in. He wasn't. 
"They all think they can talk to gods or some shit, the common ones are usually alright blokes from what I've seen, but from what we've seen tonight, the nobles can be a real pain in the arse" She took one last swig of her tankard before starting to fill it up again.
"Still, good to have some arrow fodder on the team, especially one big enough to take more than one"