Gryphons in Greenden
As the smith is examining some engraving work on the hilt of Erric's sword, you take a step forward to the anvil and put your hands down flat on its cool surface. The smith looks at you and you maintain eye contact.
"Master smith, the truth is, we are here on a mission. We are Gryphon knights of Ferriers and we have been sent to find our missing Princess. We would really appreciate any help you can give us, any information you have, or anyone you know who might have information."
There is silence. You even hear Erric's fidgeting cease. The smith stares at you, eyes impassive in his bearded face.
"You mean to tell me," he rumbles at length, slowly and precisely. "That you two are knights of my kingdom's enemy, and that you are here, two days over the border, spying?"
Well. That didn't go as you anticipated. You sigh inwardly. The truth should be the best option, always, but these days you're not so sure anymore.
"Master smith, the truth is, we are here on a mission. We are Gryphon knights of Ferriers and we have been sent to find our missing Princess. We would really appreciate any help you can give us, any information you have, or anyone you know who might have information."
There is silence. You even hear Erric's fidgeting cease. The smith stares at you, eyes impassive in his bearded face.
"You mean to tell me," he rumbles at length, slowly and precisely. "That you two are knights of my kingdom's enemy, and that you are here, two days over the border, spying?"
Well. That didn't go as you anticipated. You sigh inwardly. The truth should be the best option, always, but these days you're not so sure anymore.