Rellana was sitting quietly upon a chair in the lord's chamber. She was sharpening her blades, still dressed within her silver armor from having just returned. Rellana paused as she heard the lift coming up and she turned to the stranger. "Good morrow? Who is't art thee?" Slowly, she raised from her chair; gaze behind the helm not leaving the stranger's unfamiliar form. Off looks alone the knight had a suspicion this was an intruder, and certainly not one of her devoted followers. However, she was willing to allow them to explain their presence. "Thee doth not behold familiar..."