"..."
-her face stays straight-
(Straighter than..uh..wait....OH!..Noah Neck)
He sighs
"Guess you're not easily amused. Fine then...my name is Frey, I was born and raised in this kingdom, my father is a blacksmith..."
"...I'm an excellent swordsman...you're in good hands, princess, I promise..."
-she smiles a bit-
He grins
"There we go! I knew you couldn't be all doom and gloom!"
"Aw c'mon...Don't be such a spoilsport..."
"he-re it is.."
-she opens the door-
He walks in and lets out a low whistle
"Damn..."
