Terra nods. "I understand, Lord Brazamal. I already am getting more than I could hope for, so I can't complain. Thank you anyways." Ah, well. I'll just have to make do.
The sudden movement of the tall Atlantean isn't unexpected. The Mystic Knight turns her head in his direction before replacing the pince nez mirrorshades atop her nose. "No. The Knights of the White Rose are mostly human. My mother and I were the only ones of our kind among them. Now, it's just me."