[ A group of people who were trained in weaponry - depending, Nabooru said, but Furiae wasn't sure she had heard of such a thing before in her life. A fortress of such people; briefly, it reminded the princess stories of bandits with the mention of such a structure, but she rid it from her mind. Such a barbaric view was unkind, and showed to herself how little she knew of the world.

Which was true, unfortunately. She knew of the lands around Caerleon, she knew of... religion. Of duty. Her duty. To the world, to god.

... Whatever knowledge she once had of the world was long gone, discarded out of her mind through a lack of care for it, as well as much else she had been taught in her childhood. ]

You come from a land unlike this one... but I have not heard of such a society in my own. But... I am ignorant of what the world once was, and what is has become...

[ Her eyes glanced away, downward, at admitting that. Never had she had to think about that... about the world around her, how it had once been when Caerleon had still been a kingdom. To have that all torn away... yet in those days, she knew that she only looked at the world with her own selfish heart. Nothing had mattered to her but her own concerns.

She looked back to Nabooru, having only for a moment paused. ] Did you come to this school by your own choice...?