[b]Nin and Tristan[/b]

The Questing Beast runs. Through some combination of luck, fate, and connection, it lets Nin go and sprints away, its claws digging into the moist earth and raising another, higher hill behind it. Nin, you're left simply standing in the clearing as the knights pull up and whistle for their dogs before they set upon you. Tristan, you are presented to them first, at the base of your tree and it is to you that King Pellinore turn her horse towards. 

You have been around many a horse and its rider, but that does not make one any less of an imposing sight. King Pellinore is a tall woman and her mail and tabard are well-made and sturdy. Her horse is itself a tall black stallion, and so you find yourself looking up at a woman whose armored lower legs are comfortably at your head height. 

"In the name of High King Uther Pendragon" she speaks down formally to you, "I beseech your aid. We heard clearly the braying of the great Questing Beast, whose death is destined to be at the hands of my house. Tell us where it went and, if you have the means, you are welcome to join our great hunt and share in the glory of our victory when we have defeated the villain. Hinder us, and you will swiftly face the King's justice."

Tristan, though you may not realize it at first glance, this too is something unnatural and you can sense it with Pellinore so near to you. But it is hidden from you, something about the enchantment here is subtle and obscured, you cannot see past the gleaming mail and the bright heraldry on this high horse. 
[[b]Your right to roll weird when you encounter something unnatural is being denied.[/b]]

[b]Robena and Constance[/b]

There is a moment where it all seems as though it might go wrong. Constance will be thrown from Apricot and trampled under an overeager donkey, while Robena meets her fated end at last. But it is only for the briefest instant. Apricot comes under control, Constance loses no more than what remained of her dignity, and the mule with its carrot is content not to move another muscle. 

The traveler gives you a small clap. "Bravo, you truly are as strong as they say, and nobler even than I had expected. If you find her, my little Catherine is white with a black patch on her back. We all just call her Cath, so she'll answer to that. The box ought to just be near the remains of my fire unless the cat or the ghosts moved it. I'd prefer not to ride back the way I came, but if returning to me would inconvenience you, I'll happily make my way along with my good master until the castle is in sight, though I'll go no closer than that no matter what comes of it."

Is this arrangement agreeable?