Emara let out a low growl when the male refused her request and began to turn away. But her brain started registering what the male had said. An emergency? He couldn't be the boy that Lord Creep had talked about using the fake letter to send away? Could he? If that was the case, then he would be very interested in what she had found out. Emara made one of her famous, reckless, split second decisions. The ones that either went extremely well, or extremely poorly.

The thief lunged forward and grabbed hold of the horse's reigns, right above the male's own hand. "Now you listen here! Are you that commoner boy that they spoke about? There's a pretty girl in that manor over there. The owner, Lord Creep, sent a fake letter to try and send you away so that he could try and force the pretty girl to marry him. He's got her locked up right now and I'm worried that he's gonna do something extra creepy." Emara still wasn't even sure why she cared. But something told her that she should care very much about the pretty girl in the manor.