"We know who you are, and I'm sure you know who I am by now as well, so introductions are not necessary." said the Captain of the Guard. "What we don't know is why are you here? Would any of you care to answer that question?"
Psilorabbit, Master of Diplomacy, stepped foreward. The guards all went for their swords and stood ready. "I'm Psilo du' Ammurabbit, Druidic Protector of Vehier- um, I mean, th-the woods to the South," Psilo said, trying to remember the title Sterling had used during the council. "I am a very important diplomat and these men are my escorts. We were looking for a seamstress or tailor in town who could make a flag. Would you know of anyone?"
The guards looked at thier Captain, impatiently waiting for just the right excuse.
