The knightess answered him first, giving her homeland off as Ylisse. Not a bad place to be born and raised, Jerod figured. Noble, fairly free and open to many sorts of walks of life. Not a bad place, a bit too central and busy for the mercenary's tastes. Too many established legends and heroes already anyways, hard to make a name for himself without having to size himself up to those kind of folks. It was a nice place overall, even with all the war in its past, despite the better intentions of its exalts. Strange word to use for a ruler, exalt, Jerod always figured that was a shortening of exalted, which was strange to him, and he asked as such."Well lass, crossed through Ylisse a coupl' o times now and I reckon she ain't half bad. Wouldn' have an interest in settlin' 'ere though, no insult meant o' course. Can ye explain why ye call yer leaders Exalts? Seem's a tad bit worshipful, if ye will."

Marianne's comment on being so forward and, of course, etiquite and politness around ladies. There was an old line he could have used, but that wouldn't probably have gone over well. Of course he flushed a bit, laughing it off despite the situation. Her elaboration on the homeplace, and the rather unpleasant tone surrounding it. Her mention of a yelling man from Ferox dropped the laughing smile off Jerod's face though. A Feroxian in their group, really? He never did get along well in Ferox, nor with her people. But he wiped the look off his face, smirking as he replied to Marianne. "Ach, lass, ye act like I was raised some noble lad 'r somethin'! Wouldn't know me any manners if they kicked tha' bloody door in an' throttled me! Plegia was an odd place to see, I'll give ye that lass."

Despite alluding to other places, Jerod didn't even some to consider elaborating where he was from, considering the circumstances, it was hardly surprising he would want to avoid answering that particular question. But he was saved, thankfully, when some lass archer came rolling into the knightess and flew off her handle, acting like it was her fault. No, that wasn't happening, and Jerod turned and barked in a harsh tone over the yelling woman. "OI! Who the bloody 'ell do ye think ye are?! Ye run into the knightess lass and flip yer lid like she walked into ye! Watch yer tone before ye start acting up like that, like yer some high and mighty bloody blue blood."