Hoshor Plains R&R

The simple question was answered with a sudden change in eloquence, and Mitanni blinked her amber eyes as she realized it. From casual goof to regal knight, the male named himself as Pilman, born of rogues and hailing from someplace known as Wyoming. She hadn't heard of it before and so had no idea where exactly it was, but she did have an idea of what it was like. He'd mentioned its resemblance to the Hoshor Plains already.

Even without knowing her name, he called it beautiful, and uncertainly the mottled female muttered her own. "Mitanni," she answered, hesitating a little over the word and choosing to leave out her surname. "It's nice to meet you." I think. It had been an interesting experience so far, and if she was being honest with herself she was admittedly a bit nervous where it would go from here. He seemed unpredictable at best, changing tactics as he went, and she couldn't follow any of it. It made her uneasy, and she hoped she wasn't in any sort of precarious situation because of it.

With the floor open for further questions, she quickly cycled through the ready ones inside of her head and picked one at random. "You're new, huh? Guess you haven't seen much of this place yet?" She doubted she would be able to get any useful information out of him regarding the new region, which even she was still getting used to, but it didn't hurt to ask.