"Ah..."

Everyone was already back? She hadn't yet sent for them. Fanilly, needless to say, found herself quite surprised at the swift return. It was a good surprise, of course, but that didn't make it any less surprisingly that her knights had returned on their own so quickly. She nodded to herself. Now was the time to fill everyone in on the situation.

"What [i]is[/i] all the fuss about?" questioned the Earl, with a frown, "I may be an old man, but I have bones of steel and the mind of a fox! You needn't spend so much time worrying about me!"

For a few moments, Fanilly glanced back at Earl Achter, before sighing once more. This situation... she could only hope that one of the magi could dispel whatever enchantment had been placed on him. His son looked equally concerned.

Naturally, nearly everyone in the castle had now gathered, either to hope that the Earl could be cured... or to gawk at the immortal knight attempting to clean her armor. It wasn't every day you saw someone like that, after all.

Quickly, Fanilly did her best to explain the situation.

"There's... the Earl's mind has somehow been enchanted," she began, "Around a week ago, a young women in a dark dress suddenly appeared, and since then he's been unable to see weapons or any sign of conflict. He couldn't see the blood on our armor, nor even feel it when Sir Radistirin made him touch her armor. He couldn't even see his own sword. This enchantment [i]must[/i] be removed as soon as possible."

The Earl himself simply watched with a frown. After all, he had no idea he had been enchanted in any way. To him, he had simply misplaced his sword, and this was a simple visit from a famed order of knights.

"Dame Lockhart, er... Dame Cymbeline Lockhart," Fanilly corrected herself, in order to avoid any confusion. She had to confess, she still wasn't quite able to tell the twins apart aside from their equipment and clothing, and so she feared misspeaking in relation to them. Now wasn't the time for any confusion. This had to be dealt with quickly. "Sir Yevan, if you have any ways in which you could break through this enchantment, you must try as soon as possible. Sir Indrau, if your sword can help in any way, please do anything you can."

Among those in the crowd that had gathered around Tyaethe was a young girl, no older then nine or ten, green-eyed and pale, with black hair. Her wide-brimmed travelling hat bobbed from side to side as she excitedly approached, swiftly outpacing any of the adults around her.

"So [i]you're[/i] the immortal knight?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. She didn't seem particularly deterred by the sticky troll blood caked on Tyaethe's armor. "Did you kill a lot of trolls?"

Really the answer was obvious, there.

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