"Good day," she told them both rather pleasantly, though her gaze was fixed in its entirety on Nila. The red-haired girl froze up, and looked to Oliver uncertainly.
With a wry smile, Oliver introduced them. "Nila, this is Professor Yoreholder. She's been asking after you for a while."
"G-good day, Professor," Nila said, meekly bowing her head.
"And you've talked your fair share about her as well, Ser Patrick," Yoreholder said. "Hence my interest. You will be competing alongside me, will you not, Lady Patrick?"
"Ahh, uhm… Actually, my Lady, I'm still a Felder…" Nila said, correcting her with a strained expression, walking right into Yoreholder's trap.
