"I-I'm Trisha Falplate," the black-haired girl did manage to say something. Her introduction didn't matter to me, though. She probably wanted to flout her family name. I recognized it. The Falplates were a ducal house in the north, near the center of the Court. Of course, her being this far south and in the middle of Lolan, meant she was worthless and a member of a branch family at best. I probably wouldn't even get compensated for her rescue.
