A nobleman, then. No wonder you find yourself unforgettable. Noblemen have a habit of assuming so.

[He claims to be from her future. It makes sense, in an outlandish sort of way. How else would he know her name when she thinks he shouldn't? He's someone she has yet to meet. Though she can't see herself trifling with noblemen any time soon, who knows where her adventures were yet to take her. If he played a part in her preparations for Flemeth's return, she might yet make use of him now.]

If you hail from my future, tell me something of it. Tell me of the Inquisition you speak of.