Khoran wags a finger at him.

"Now, my good mage, why should I let you do such a thing? I am far more experienced in the art of deception than you, and I'm dressed the part of a rich idiot anyway. You'll be more use where you can't get chopped to bits as you're casting a spell."

He makes a playful stabbing motion before addressing the party as a whole.

"Among all of us, I have the least combat effectiveness, so it only makes sense that I'm expendable. Wait for my signal."

With a grin and a wink, he canters forwards on his horse towards the scene. When he next speaks, his voice and manner are completely different. He talks with the breathy, supercilious voice of an arrogant young nobleman, and his bearing is that of the same.

"Goodness gracious! Whatever is happening here? My good sirs, shame upon you for accosting a lady and her travelling companions in such a manner!"