"Yes. I-I should sit down." Richard replied. He was anxious to tell her his story, but it was only after he sat down that he realized how tired he actually was. He had been moving since his home had burned in the middle of the night. The fear of an assassin had carried him through the night, but, the moment he sat down to rest, his legs gave way beneath him, and he collapsed on to the bench. He took a moment to rest before speaking.

"Veragwen," he continued as quietly as possible, "My life may be in danger. Last night, my father was killed, and my home burned down. Worse still, someone may be trying to kill me." At this, his voice faltered, but he had already said what needed to be said. He remained silent as the singer's voice filled the air.