A new face

He could have been lying, sure. He could have been telling un-truths in an effort to lull her into a false sense of security. Still, it was the best chance Sanna had at the moment. No major red flags... fine. There was no reason not to, and there was strength and safety in numbers. Maybe she could allow herself to be sidelined for a bit, as long as the debt could be paid off quickly enough. Quickly, quickly. "Sanna." She hadn't taken a second name-- where she came from, bastards never did. Was it the same here? Was this some sort of high-born son, this Fatalis man? Sanna would only be able to learn about this land and its people in time.

At his compromise, she relents. It's the best solution to her current problem. Though Kotori has mistaken her caution for pride, there are some things lurking below the surface that he may be more spot-on about. That was fine, though. Carefully, the woman steps in his direction, following the lead he had attempted to take moments ago. Not easily won over, and hesitant to trade her freedom for security, but here she was... here she was. So far, he'd gotten farther than most. Though the man may think highly of himself, she's a stranger in a foreign land. "Agreed," she nodded once.

Though she was not one for small talk, Sanna had questions about this place, about the land, about all of it. So many questions, but where to start? "How far away is your home?" Autumn had dragged on and the days grew shorter. They had time, sure, but how much? With every step, Sanna dripped with savage grace, doing her best to portray herself as anything other than a hare stepping into the den of the fox. Anything other than how she was feeling toward the whole thing.

"Speech"