A voice rounds the bend, low and conspiratorial, "-And what has become of my sister dear. I found her clothing, and I feared for her truly. But should some nayer-do-well have grabbed her, I'm sure they would not take the time to fold her clothes so neatly... And so I asked myself, where could this web lead?"
Lord Arryk Algood wondered, glancing to the mystery knight now and again. "This is a certain turn of events, that much is a surprise."