[b]Nin and Tristan[/b]

To Nin's question, he is as trustworthy as you could justifiably expect. That is, he is young, newer to the King's service, probably gullible, and you can see no malice or concealed intent behind those bright eyes and too-long mussy hair. He clearly serves his knightly oaths, you can see that in his bearing, the way he holds himself too straight. As such, the amount you can trust him is exactly to the point where he perceives your goals to diverge from those of his liege lady, at which point he will do all in his power to serve and protect her whatever that may mean to you.

To your reply, Tristan, he looks a little disappointed. "Ah, you are peasant hunters then? I'm glad that you're hunting monsters. These are the High King's woods and though anyone can hunt a scourge to all, if you were after anything else, you'd be poaching. You're not poachers, right? Oh please, I don't want to have to tell the King you're poachers after she was so nice to you."

He probably doesn't really think you're poachers (it's anyone's guess whether he's ever [i]met[/i] a poacher, he ought to know better based on the quality of your gear and bearing). His disappointment most likely stems from the fact that he had hoped to meet skilled and senior knights or nobles in another's service and learn from your experience. And his assumption that anyone without a lord to serve is at some level inferior. How do you respond to him?

[b]Constance[/b]

Constance, Cath is indeed weighty. She feel as though you are lifting at least ten stone in such a tiny body and it is a struggle to gather her to you, though you manage the task with all the strength that your ancestors gifted you. Your reward for your efforts is that Cath gathers herself in your arms, extends her face, and gives you a gentle bop with her head right on the cheek. She is also digging her claws somewhat uncomfortably into your arm, but this too is a sign of her immediate affection. 

You would have thought that the ghosts would now be making their demands of you. But in fact, they have turned their attention to Robena. You can see now outlines of individuals for they have closed in. A young girl perhaps just shy of her teens, cut and scarred, her dress ripped around her legs. Her parents, lord and lady Brythys, dressed in funereal garb and holding themselves somberly. And one you'd guess is a grandmother, the image of the wealthy crone with long wispy hair beneath a bonnet and a long black dress obscuring a spindly body. You can feel a murderous intent coming from them, especially the crone.

Robena is ill-equipped for this. You must help her at once!

[b]Robena[/b]

You cannot see the ghosts so clearly as Constance, but you know nevertheless that they have turned their attention on you. The cold chill is deep in your spine now, and you can see the outlines creeping towards you. Faint whispering comes to you, and you realize that they are the ghosts of the Brythys who once lived here and that they know you. 

"Where were you?" the whispers echo around you. 
"Where was our lady's strongest knight when she was most needed?"
"Off in the east, the lands of sorcery and pleasure"
"She was weak."
"She abandoned us."
"She betrayed us."
"You abandoned your oaths." 

This last is in the voice of an old crone, the family matriarch of the Brythys. You might remember her, you surely met her when you were young, she would have been in attendance at all the Lostwithiel jousts and festivals. This is very dangerous and there is little time to act before they will be upon you.