He was confusing her by now, he really was. Jill was sharp enough, but she was not at all used to get into discussions like this one. On the other hand, Conlan had already succeeded in making her feel better and then thoroughly distracting her, which had to count for something. She just wished she could find something clever to say. "So...you're not trying to tell me that your are not decent?" she asked, repeating his words back to him just to be sure.
"No, and they seldom sing about Farm girl horse messengers either, but I don't let that trouble me very much. Everyone knows that the songs is really real. They're just there to...inspire ordinary people - like the farmers and the merchants - to do what they do as well as they can." She was chewing her lips by now, not even noticing because she was so caught up in the words. While she did speak a lot, she seldom talked to people like this, where it was not really a conversation, but almost like sparring or a boxing match.
When I was young, he clearly wasn't that old, just bitter, and that was in Jill's cheerful opinion something that could be changed. "But there has to be more to being a knight than just shiny armour! Surely you aren't trying to tell me that they're all nincompoops who prance around in shiny armour, leaking nobility and and honour and not much else?" She had met knights like that, but she wasn't about to tell him. "Being a man of honour and acting nobly, why does that have to be idealistic? I have met ser Ordhan, and I can only agree that he is surely the mostly knightly person around, but would you say he is so different from yourself?" She had been about to throw in that word he used too 'prag-ma-tist' but she had no idea what it actually meant, so she bit her tongue and didn't
At him mentioning the large Qunari, Jill's eyes went a bit wide. She still hadn't spoken to them, but she had watched them with fascination - from a safe distance. "Do you think so? They don't seem like the talkative types..."