Leti found herself thinking a bit at Shane's most recent question. She never really had a need to be alone, never found herself wanting. But there were days when it did get to be a bit much, a bit too much pain, or stress, or difficulty. "Well, fishing helps to clear my mind a good bit. And I've recently started taking up yoga. It's quite relaxing, and is what I was doing when Norman here came up to me down at the dock." His discomfort at the presence of Knights worried her a little bit. Did Knights really make normal citizens nervous like that? Or was he hiding something that would be considered illegal? But for now, she simply ignored it, giving him the benefit of the doubt. "I've honestly walked past that shop many times, but never found my way inside. Do you just sell books?" She was about to answer another question, when Norman found a particular woman he didn't care much for. Scared the poor girl to death. Leti helped pick up the clothing, apologizing profusely to the startled woman. The squire found an idea forming in her head, standing up. She knew Ser Henkley was on patrol nearby, and if she remembered right, he had a new Page in his care. "That's pretty much it, my mornings are spent training, my afternoons are either studies, patrol duties, or errands for my patron. Fishing and yoga aside, I don't really have much else in my free time. I'm not sure if it's for a lack of time, or interest, but there's simply not much there. I'm a fairly boring soul I fear." As they continued onward, Leti came across a massive man in Knight armor accompanied by a boy no taller than her hips. "Good day Ser Henkley." "Good day Squire, escorting another prisoner?" Leti laughed, "Something of the sort. Is this your new Page, Ser?" The mountain chuckled heartily, "Why yes he is, Gielton is his name. Quite the hard worker, not much for chatting though." "Mind if I borrow him for a favor, Ser? Will only take a few chimes or so? " "Sure thing, I bet he'd like to hear someone else talk for a change." Leti crouched down next to the page and whispered something inaudible into his ear, and discretely handed him something. "Thank you Ser Henkley, Gielton." The little page took off down the walkway, clutching something in his tiny hand. She smiled, watching him go, Ser Henkley walking past them. Her head turning slightly to Shane, her pace resuming, "Have you lived in Syliras all your life?" |