(Reserved) No. No... It's fine. You're simply worried about us, so I at least owe you an explanation. To be completely honest, money's been a bit tight lately. Father thought it prudent to find a side job to get some extra income. I had planned to seek employment at Lord Barof's (pronounced: Bare- Off) estate as a maidservant in-training, but father refused to let me do that.

The old fool, however, decided to visit the estate himself. He got a job as a combat instructor for the Lord's son.

(Agreeing to something said to her) Quite... Father has seen some action on the front lines in his glory days, so his employment was all but assured. And that brings us to now. He spends the majority of his days training that brute of a lordling in combat, leaving me to tend to the shop in his absence.

(Amused) *chuckle* I'm sorry, but I know how easy it is for you to get flustered around women and I just couldn't help myself. (Serious) I appreciate you trying to help me and father out, but as much his work at the estate fills me with unease, the income that he makes in return is enough to sustain us for the next few moons.