04-07-2014, 05:43 AM
Quentin had been laying there, trying to sleep for what felt like ages but his brain wouldn't be quiet. He was worried about the princess being out on her own. What if he was unable to return her home to her family? Bad things happened to good people all the time. Sighing, he stood and went back downstairs, towards the tavern. Maybe if he drank a bit, he'd be able to sleep.
It was in the tavern that he overheard conversation about a beautiful Elven girl. Feeling that it was her, he approached the men. "A girl rode through here? Do you know which way she went?" If they wanted to know why or suspected she was the princess, he would have to lie to protect her. On the spot, he went ahead and came up with a simple back story about his sister running away from home because her mother wanted to marry her off in exchange for a few farm animals.
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