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Maria von Hohenzollern 
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Royal Capital Lugnica 
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At the very least, the individual had promised he would refund any sort of damages he had created to the product he had unwittingly taken. However, the box which contained what Maria thought to be chilled and hardened barley porridge from a quick analysis of what it looked and smelt like. At the very least, such a thing was not unheard of, but it was odd to Maria to eat cold porridge for whatever reason. 

The lettering on the box appeared to be odd to Maria on inspection as well, though not exactly unfamiliar. Perhaps she had seen contents with this language appear in caravaneers importing to Lugnica some time ago? At the very least, that seemed to be a likely explanation. 

[color=gold] “T-Then if you are going to offer this meal to me, I cannot say I will not take it if you are going to offer it to me. O-of course you would offer it to me. Ha … T-thanks.” [/color]

The once proud tone of voice found within Maria’s speech seemed to lean way to a degree of humility. At the very least, despite her attempts to work around the words, she did eventually thank Ryan for his contribution. She didn’t enjoy having others watch her within any moments of weakness. After all, Maria was a von Hohenzollern, and as its heiress she had to act in a respectable and strong manner. 

However, as a human, everyone has a degree of weakness they show within the confines of their life. It was just that Maria detested showing anyone this, from her hunger to her emotions, she was forced as a commander to act in such a way that her Knights would follow her. 

[color=gold] “A-Anyway, I suppose at the very least I will take this as a tribute to escorting you. However, it would likely be important to find your way home. Do you remember anything about your home country?” [/color] Maria inquired, wondering where the stranger before her had appeared from. 

It was odd to see someone like him. Perhaps it was the height differential from most other humans she had met which attracted her attention. The strange facial figure which she had hardly seen before, or perhaps it was the clothing which drew her attention. Or the strange inscriptions upon his cart’s contents which drew his attention. At the very least, this man was odder than the usual oddities she had encountered within her time as a Knight.