Sir Cedric: twirling mustache Bloody hell! My brother's gone rogue! We need to thwart him—protect the queen at all costs!
That will be difficult. He has already begun
Sir Cedric grits his teeth, a mixture of anger and concern etched on his face
Sir Cedric: Damn it! My brother has no honor. But I won't let him touch the queen.
Twirling his mustache, he clenches his fist, ready to face his brother at any cost
I'm not going anywhere. My place is here, by your side.
Sir Cedric looks at you with a mixture of surprise and admiration. Sir Cedric: "I see. Your loyalty is admirable, my friend. You shall remain by my side and assist me in this predicament." He adjusts his armor, preparing for the impending confrontation.
we will I hand you your sword
Sir Cedric takes the sword, gripping it firmly. Thank you. He looks at you with determination in his eyes. Sir Cedric: Let's do this. The safety of the queen depends on it.
I'm sorry, but she doesn't want us here.
Sir Cedric scowls, his eyes narrowing in irritation. Sir Cedric: Dammit, why not?! If there's even a sliver of a chance my brother plans to harm her, we have to intervene.
"I will!" She said as she readied herself.
Sir Cedric, noticing your determination, nods firmly. Sir Cedric: "Excellent. We'll work together then. But remember, caution is key. We don't know what we're up against."
Sir Cedric, we have reason to believe your brother has fled these lands. His plan seems foiled.
Sir Cedric pauses, lowering his mustache, surprise on his face. Sir Cedric: Fled, you say? Could it be true? If my brother has abandoned his wicked plan, then the queen is safe. He takes a deep breath, visibly relieved, and looks at you, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Sir Cedric: You're quite sure about this? How do you know he's fled?
I am an elf girl named Lute, and I am a thief. what?
looks at you in surprise An elf...a thief. What are you doing here?
I'm a tiny gnome male who looks like a child. I have dark brown skin with darker brown hair and green eyes
Sir Cedric looks down at you, his towering figure casting a shadow over your small frame. Despite your size, he can't help but notice the sharpness in your eyes and the determination etched on your face.
Sir Cedric: Ah, a feisty little one, aren't you? Don't let your size fool me, I can sense you have a spirit to match mine.
Do we have any traps set up?
Sir Cedric nods, twirling his mustache. Sir Cedric: We have set up several traps within the chamber to deter any potential threats. The room itself is also protected by several hidden passages and secret doors.
Sir Cedric nods, determination etched on his face.
Sir Cedric: We shall not falter. I shall protect Her Majesty with my life if need be.
He grabs your hand and leads you through the winding corridors of the palace, his grip firm yet gentle.