“I just arrived in Novus, actually” she confesses to Sol, shaking her head with a chuckle “a few weeks prior.” And so much had been done in those weeks. Though she had been in Novus during the spring, she had stuck to her teacher and they hadn't ventured very much. Willoughby only considered herself part of the land when she was able to roam by herself.
“I belong to no court” she adds “I am a bard by trade, and a wanderer I suppose” which was a simple way of saying she hadn't a reason to settle down yet. Still, she didn't dwell on her lack of purpose for long “what do you do for your people, Sol?” she asked the man with a tilt of her head. If she had to guess, he was large enough to be a sturdy battler... or carry many things. So a soldier or a merchant?
“speech”
