"I'll have you know, I'm perfectly capable of traveling by myself." Lyrisa said to the wench. Her age was a delicate issue for her. If it wasn't one thing, it was another about her age. A frown outlined her mouth as her eyes held a hint of anger in them before it was seemingly doused and she continued. "My parents are dead anyway. I don't think I'd have much luck or love traveling with them." She took a drink of the water in front of her and put it back down. When she revealed her parents current status there was little emotion in her voice. She didn't really care for them. Not after leaving her so early in life. "I'm just running a task for someone now. Is that enough, little miss nosy?" Lyrisa asked the wench curtly. "Or do you want to hear my entire life story?" The sound of sarcasm hang heavily in her voice.