Prince Aidan listened intently as Sir Lyn spoke. Having to endure additional difficulties in life because of something you were born with was a struggle that he could empathize with. He smiled at her before replying. "No need to apologize, I enjoyed listening. And I wouldn't doubt your talent myself, having seen you firsthand whoop every other young knight in the realm." He was staring to enjoy this girl's company already, despite his initial worries.

As they came closer to the nearest village, Aidan reached into his pockets and produced a clear gem. He mumbled some arcane words and it began to glow with a rainbow of colours. He ran it over his eyes, then his hair, muttering yet again. The distinct traits of his royal bloodline became reversed - his silver hair turning black and his red eyes turning blue. He looked over to Sir Lyn once again. "Remember, my name is Erik Gwent and I'm a courtier from the Western Isles."