Elora resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Freyic asking Gears to carry him. How this child had been deemed an appropriate hire for this job she may never be able to figure out. "Will whoever has the faceplate please give it to to me? I'll go have a chat with those...gentlemen." Elora was considering a more rude word to describe the men but decided against it, she needed to put on her polite noble air rather than her duelist persona.
After obtaining the faceplate Elora walked confidently over to the men, "excuse me sirs," Elora called out as she got close, "my friends and I came across this faceplate, we assume it belongs to one of your carriages. It seems said carriage was damaged in transit," as she spoke she held out the faceplate. Not dramatically, and not far enough out that they could snatch it from her. But enough that they could clearly see it was theirs. She continued, "you wouldn't happen to know which carriage this is from, would you? Or perhaps we could speak to someone who would?" Elora was calm, keeping her tone even. Nothing good would come from the men suspecting they were here for any reason other than the faceplate. As Piero said, respectable business.
After obtaining the faceplate Elora walked confidently over to the men, "excuse me sirs," Elora called out as she got close, "my friends and I came across this faceplate, we assume it belongs to one of your carriages. It seems said carriage was damaged in transit," as she spoke she held out the faceplate. Not dramatically, and not far enough out that they could snatch it from her. But enough that they could clearly see it was theirs. She continued, "you wouldn't happen to know which carriage this is from, would you? Or perhaps we could speak to someone who would?" Elora was calm, keeping her tone even. Nothing good would come from the men suspecting they were here for any reason other than the faceplate. As Piero said, respectable business.
