Faolan keeps his eyes down and on the plate in front of him, toying with his fork as he does. "Not exactly," Faolan admits. He sounds guilty, even to himself, for he is, and it makes it all the harder to recount this to Lancelot. If only he didn't care what the other man thought. Well, then he wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place.

"I was there as her. Well, as her muscle. But we were in their territory, and there was only one of me. She walked right in and demanded answers of them, for cursing her friend or some nonsense. To say they weren't happy about it is putting it mildly. I guess you could say that we were lucky to have gotten out at all, pulling something as stupid as that..."