"You really are not fond of the noble folk," Verdant noted, as he went about eating his own meal, with a considerable degree more delicacy than Oliver.
There was a clatter of plates, as another tray was thrust down next to them.
"My lady, we'll make sure to sit right behind you, so just let us know the moment he does anything suspicious," Ameilia said.
"Amelia!" Pauline chided. "You really must stop saying that will get you on Ser Oliver's bad side."
Oliver looked over his shoulder, surprised to feel his energy drop as he saw the same two faces from this morning again. They were pretty faces, it should be said. Amelia with her pale blonde hair, and her skinny fairy-like figure, whilst Pauline had a rounder face, with a kind expression, and short cut brown hair to go with it, hair that seemed to sit just as gently as she.
