The adventurers who Matteo had found seemed to be leagues ahead of their ragtag group. The warrior could afford armour while the healer was clean. Compared to the three of them—emaciated, dirty, and using low-class gear—they seemed to be infinitely more capable. If they could join the two of them, they could much more safely earn off their debt... If they didn't die from whatever mission the two veterans had in store for them.

Matteo lead the pack, instantly unveiling their absolute ineptitude with an absurdly polite introduction of how garbage they were. Anyone experienced could instantly see that they were trash, but unveiling the truth so early stung horribly. But the noble knight entertained the thought. She didn't immediately toss the trio to the curb. They had a chance. Even if it was infinitesimally small.

If Ash had any pride left, she wouldn't do this. Fortunately, silver wasn't the only thing she'd run out of. Rather than Matteo exploding to his prepared kowtow, Ash stepped forward.

[b]"Yes."[/b]

She knelt and kissed her boot before the knight had a chance to remove it. In front of everyone. Literally zero pride was displayed.

It wasn't the worst thing she stuck in her mouth in the past few days, after all.