Philosophy wars with reflexive respect for nobility; the smile wins. The woman with the chain body armor keeps her eyes fixed on the edge of the Baron's desk. "I'm here to help prevent war, sir. I was passing through, and it seems a group like this will go places a healer is needed." Having said her piece, she lets her focus slip from the top edge of the desk to the bottom. Noticing she has left out a detail that might be important, she speaks up again. "My name's Arianelle."