Upon Kirika’s invitation, Bryar stepped into her room. He smiled at her, glancing around and taking in his surroundings. Her room was a disaster, but he could not blame the girl. Having not been allowed to exit the castle must have meant that she spent the majority, if not all, of her time in her room. He could see the various books and art supplies strewn about the room. “Please, m’lady. Do not apologize for the clutter. It is clear that you have a creative mind and you must find ways to express that,” he said, sitting down when a place had been cleared for him. “I can imagine being penned up for so long would make that very important,” he added.
Bryar audibly chuckled as Kirika began to question him so profusely. “Please, m’lady, do slow down. I will answer all of your questions, of course, but you must allow me time to answer them,” he said, the charm ever apparent in the smile that crossed his lips. “I am not from Sularia,” he said. “You are correct. I am Bryar Oakenfell, and I hail from Adeluna,” he added. “I do have a family, though I am not entirely close with them,” he added. The tone of his voice gave way to the fact that this did not bother him - when his family had found out he had inherited the shifting gene of his ancestors, they had shunned him, locking him away to face his transition on his own. “They… were not overly accepting of who I am,” he added. “I work various jobs, such as what I will be doing with you… and yes, I know how to read - though I will not say that I have a favorite. Perhaps you can recommend something for me,” he added, again with the charming smile. He noticed the blush on her cheeks and reached out to place a hand on her arm and pull her hand away from her face. “No need for embarrassment,” he said, with a grin. “If I were about to venture out into the world for the first time, I would very much want to know everything I could about the fellow taking me,” he said, with an air of understanding. He looked her over for a moment - she was very beautiful, but he immediately shook the thought from his mind, running a hand through his hair once more. He was entrusted with protecting her - and looking at her in any standpoint other than that would be unprofessional, especially if it came unwarranted.
“I can tell you one very interesting thing about myself,” he said. “I am a shifter,” he said. “A werebear, to be precise,” he said. “I am in complete control of it, now, so there is no need for you to worry about it - but I feel that it is a piece of information you should be well apprised of.” He gave her a warm smile, hoping that the information was not frightening to her. He had no intentions of hiding anything from the girl he was entrusted with protecting. “Are you familiar with shifters?” he asked, assuming that she would be since she seemed to be quite well read.