Freya looked at Harol, slightly raising an eyebrow. Was he truly thinking both of them were safe? To Freya, it couldn't sound more like a foolish, naive thought. "No, you are safe. I am a rogue, thief, murderer and traitor trespassing their ground. I am a criminal and they may have a reason to keep you safe, but can you say the same counts for me? Because be honest about it; what would be better, to have a criminal on your grounds, or to turn said criminal in?" She asked, before looking at the path that lied ahead of her, Harol and the knights.

She didn't bother trying to explain to him that she felt like an outcast and uncomfortable, doubting if he'd understand. He seemed to have at the very least one thing in common with these men, but Freya didn't, so how would he be able to understand what she meant? And she didn't exactly feel like telling him she didn't want to meet any oracles, not wanting to explain why. She didn't want to tell him about her past, or to have anyone know about it, for that matter. There were things she just preferred to keep secret. Things that had happened and were better of buried than mentioned again. 

When they got to the gates, Freya watched quietly as they opened. The building on the other side was purple, and quite big. Freya had never seen such a big building from so close, and it sure managed to impress her. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like trying to break into a place like this, just to distract herself, but soon figured that it would be far too risky. They may have a pretty large amount of.valuables inside, but they also had oracles and trained warriors. Not to mention getting through the gate and slipping into the building unnoticed.