Ok, it's very satisfying to get that kind of reaction from someone. Isidor's grin, however, wavers at the sight of the horses treading the ground anxiously at her steed who, thankfully, remains calm and attentive.

Her head snaps back round to the squire at his question. The stammering gets another quirked grin. At this point she's more than used to being mistaken for nobility. Her family is rich, old, and well established enough to blend in beautifully with lords, viscounts, dukes and all the rest.

"Isidor Durant. Just Isidor Durant."