Amon turned to the lady and smiled, 'Thank you my good lady, I have come from far off lands but I am glad to see that such common courtesy is global' he said by way of reply.

He then turned to the Knight looking up at him 'Perhaps you and I Sir Knight should seek an audience with this Lord together? I have found that a bladesman and a sharp mind are always fine assets to a master well worth the coin' having said this Amon realised he'd yet to ask the strangers their names.

He stepped back so that he might see both figures clearly, 'I seem to have made quite the poor first impression... here I am asking you for information and suggesting joint ventures and I've yet to introduce myself or inquire as to your names!' he took a step back and bowed. 'Allow me to introduce myself' he said drawing himself back up to his full height once more 'My name is Amon, I have come across the great sea in search of knowledge and service. If I might, may I inquire as to your names and proper titles?'

Amon looked at the strangers expectantly, they seemed to be well intentioned. The Knight certainly fit the figure in the vision, Amon didn't have to be gifted to see the sense of purpose the Knight carried himself with. However, the armour still continued to bother Amon. Such an ancient relic should be in a museum thought he. It might be the last suit of its kind, and even if it were not the exquisite craftsmanship merited pride of place in a collection.

Whilst still waiting for a reply he reappraised the Lady, her voice had been soft sounding and fitted her aesthetic, and yet... such sorrow. Amon did not know why but he felt immense pity, he reached down to his scrying glass as surreptitiously as he could. When he touched his hand against the case it was cold to the touch, like a shard of ice in his palm.

The Lady then seemed to mutter something and turned back towards the castle. If anyone else had done such a thing then Amon might have felt ever so slightly insulted, and yet he  knew on some plane that this apparent absent mindedness was not the fault of the Lady, but something that afflicted her terribly so.

Noticing the Knight was still sat upon his horse Amon turned to him once more. 'Come good Sir, you can answer my questions over this last stretch of ground and on our arrival we can seek audience with this lands master' as he finished speaking Amon placed his right hand atop his sword and set about walking towards the castle.