Snippet #2378018

"Oh Prince Demetrius," the old woman said, bowing to him, "how are you this fine morning?"

"Very well, ma'am, thank you," Metri replied dismissively, but the woman continued.

"Anything seem to be the problem?" she asked with a smile. The redhead seemed to catch on and bowed to him as well.

"I don't mean to bother you, but I was wondering if you knew where a friend of mine was," she said. Metri was about to say that yes, he suspected he did know where her friend was when she kept going. "He's tall, has a bit of scruff, dark brown hair, and blueish eyes..." Metri opened his mouth to reply, but the woman continued again, "He said there was a-" At this point, she looked back at the old woman, who was trying to cut her off and looking apologetically at the prince.

She laughed sheepishly and apologized. Metri saw a possible opening, and tried to take it. "I-" he started, only to be cut off again.


"I don't want to be rude," she said, "I just need to know where my friend is... If you don't wish for us to be here, then we have to find him and be on our merry ways." A man, dressed similarly to the redheaded woman, appeared behind her and tapped her shoulder.

"Does this dude know where to find Samuel?" he asked her. Metri knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. Dude? What the hell was that?

"Well, if your asking, I know where to find your Samuel," Metri answered. "If you'll come with me to the castle, I'll show you."