”—Apologies— I don’t mean to be bothersome. Thank you kindly for sparing a moment to help a traveler; a new land can be a confusing place.
I supposemy ridiculously marvelous sideburns and I should be off, stop taking up your time— ——though I’ve been such a burden and I haven’t even introduced myself. Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. Is there anything I can do in return for your assistance?”
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❝Eh, it’s whatever. Just do yourself a favor and keep in mind that spare maps are a man’s best friend.
Ah. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to take a rain check with that offer of yours, though now that I think about it, you leaving me be would be a favorable option—❞ Of course. He somehow manages to find a loophole despite himself.
❝—But regardless, it’s a pleasure to be of your acquaintance, Your Royal Highness; feel free to call me Meg.❞
“I’m terribly sorry to bother, but I appear to have misplaced my map. Is there anyplace nearby I could obtain a new one? I’m, well, lost without it— literally. I’m in desperate need of directions.”
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❝Didn’t think I had the digs to be Thebes’ walking-and-talking ’welcome parade’ or anything, but I suppose I can spare you some of my time.
Up the creek and to the right of yourridiculouslyconspicuous sideburns is a concessions booth— the folks over there should have what you’re looking for at a fair price.❞
