Cynric quikcly stood between Spiker and the half-elf. ""Put those away, damn it all!" He turned and bowed to the armored woman, who was unmoved by Spiker's display. "Mistress Sorra, I have returned with this group at the request of the Vassal himself. These gentlemen are called the Mournland Watch, here to help us with our plight. But we must speak with Saint Wyrmslayer, immediately."
The half elf lowered her blade. "Sir Cynric," she said,"I-I'm sorry, but the Vassal cannot be disturbed in his condition."
"It is a matter of great importance, my Lady. I have received ill tidings of our current situation-"
Lady Sorra tried her best to hide her worry, but it's as clear as day. "You don't understand. Th-the Vassal's illness has gone from bad to worse! By the divines, you can see it upon his face..."