Firefly Ravine fifteen states [m]

Her ears flicked back, but her expression and pace remained steady, even. After all, she saw value in what was real, tangible. He did not seem to be so egotistical as to think of himself as the answer to all prayers- though she thought him capable of answering at least a few. 

”I do not seek fantasy. I seek the making of legends,” She said. Her folk relied on stories, on tales of those who protected the vulnerable, overcame impossible tasks. Those who took on their duty with diligence- the way he seemed to imply he could. 

Belief, of course, was the next topic.

”I believe in the Old Gods- and live as a tribute to them…I am a shield maiden; a protector. I search for more to join us- who will pray when we do. Hunt when we do.” She said- and flaunted with a stretch, rolling her shoulder with lugubrious confidence. ”Not without the reward of…Being close with comrades.” She enticed.