Aidan was busy cross-checking the wagon's inventory when a mysterious voice stole his attention. Immediately his ears picked up something off with the speaker's words and the higher-pitched tone of their voice. The Prince snapped his head around to face Sir Lyn, who was wearing an outfit that revealed the true figure of her body. Her feminine face was also more clearly visible to Aidan, no longer muddled by the influence of dim lighting and wine.

He was frozen, staring at her in visible shock. After a moment, the Prince spoke. "Is this a joke?" he said, looking her up and down once more to make certain he was seeing things right. He had heard that the Knight's Academy was training a small handful of girls, but didn't think at all that Sir Lyn might be one one. He never would have thought one would be strong enough to win a tourney, certainly. 

He looked around to make sure that the girl wasn't a squire or page, introducing the Prince to the actual Sir Lyn. Nobody else was visible, and she was carrying a knight's shield. "Oh my, this if for real, isn't it?"