"I'll have no trouble following your rules, but I've never lived in a city before. I lived in a monastery before I came here." Ayrie said, watching him. What he was saying about the holy men rung true to her core, as she remembered hearing of priests who were accused of heinous things, and those who were seen as high in the priesthood who were taken down by infildelities. What she had heard before, of the ills of society and cities like Cornopa, seemed more like the griping of old men who were stuck in their ways. She had seen nothing truly [i]wrong[/i] in any of the things these people did, aside from lacking a little in modesty and moderation. 

His eyes had scared her for a moment, but then he smiled at her and winked and she felt butterflies in her stomach. [i]'Why must he be handsome? I want so badly to not like this man. He feels so dangerous.'[/i]

"I think I would enjoy the festival, my cupboard is sorely lacking and I'm certainly missing the cooks at the monastery. After buying this place I haven't much budget left for more than flour and rice." she said. This was sadly true, she'd eaten bread and rice cakes after running out of her travel rations. She extended her hand to him, "I'm Ayrie Summers."