In no context whatsoever I will drop upon you all a few sentences of what I have been writing. Brace yourselves.
The will-o’-wisp folded her hands and got right down to business. “I’m here, Sir Falcon, because I wish to serve apprenticeship as a sword-wielder under you, and I’d like very much to start now.”
Falcon’s main apprentice, who was in the room with them stowing Falcon’s gear, stopped and stared at the child like she was out of her mind.
(Because who needs context, right folks?)