"My name...?" Did her name really matter? No, no it didn't. However, the man had referred to himself as a Knight. Her call had been answered, and she did not want to waste this chance. She should have felt excited about finally succeeding, but all she felt as mellow as ever. Her head was pounding. Her entire body felt like lead. What was wrong with her?

"My name is Bryndolin, but most just..." The girl loses her train of thought for a moment, though she quickly recalls what she meant to say. "Most just call me Bryn."

Despite the dizziness and the pain ringing through her head, Bryn couldn't help but be painfully aware of her own country dialect. Most people in the Capital talked in a refined and articulate manner, while Bryn just sounded more... Plain. She found herself feeling downright less intelligent than those around her, especially the man she now spoke to. Was it really an issue though? She wasn't hear to learn how to not sound like a country bumpkin. She had a purpose, and she wasn't going to throw it away. 

"I want you to teach me. I want to learn how to fight."

The girl had more that she wanted to say, but she found it difficult to speak. She had a vague sense of what it was. She must have been dehydrated, or at least just exhausted. She hadn't drank any water in at least a day. The symptoms felt familiar because she often drove herself to dehydration and exhaustion in her training. 

"I won't take no for an answer either," she continues, ignoring the urge to collapse. "I will become your apprentice. I will do whatever it takes. I need to become stronger. I need to protect my home!"