I rose to my feet and looked at her, very much puzzled by what she was saying, understanding the words of course, but no understanding why she was saying them to me because I was surely not the man that she needed help from because I was not the man that she thought I was. Ma'am, I'm not Estefer.” I said, wishing that I was if he could inspire someone to come running for him when trouble had come to their doorstep.
“Surely you jest Estefer. Though why you would when I have just come to you in the certain hope that you would save my little valley, you must have your reasons for pretending you aren't the great good hero of Thalmoura.” She said with all the seriousness that one can have when saying something they know to be true.