Jarrod shrugged at his new companion's request. "Why I came this far? Nothing much really. I'm actually from the Eastern Regions, if you catch my drift. As to why I'm all the way out here, ehehe. . . " He scratched his head awkwardly, trying best to explain himself. "Er, I'm here to slay the almighty Yggdrasil and become a hero?" He was interrupted with the sudden yelling a female voice. Looking around, he saw the priest being told off by a girl with blondish-red hair. Shamed and no doubt embarrassed, the priest slunk off the the side of the road, probably heading back to where he came.

Jarrod raised an eye of interest at the girl. Not only was she headstrong, independent, feisty, spoke her mind. . .but also because he could smell food from her! Or at least, he hoped it was food. "Excuse me for a second," he told his companion. Then the swordsman ran after the girl, eventually catching up with her and tapping her on the shoulder.

"Hey there miss! I really became inspired by your brash act of criticism to that priest back there. Crazy guy for a crazy world, right? Am I right?" He grinned as if the two were now best buds. Which in his mind, that was probably the case. "Name's Jarrod. Jarrod Smith. Two quick questions. I couldn't help but notice your beautiful external features. And a fine lady like you must have food or money for food, right?"

"So. . .can I have some? Come on, spare a few for a poor swordsman like me. I'll even throw in a trick or two. . .oh and question number two? Er, does it feel like we're being watched or something, cause I got that strange sort of feeling we are. Just a guess."