"Lord Cross?!" Al gasped, following after the group.
"You don't mean [i][b]the[/b][/i] Lord Cross? The guy who... who..." he looked downwards at his feet, crossing over from snow covered dirt to snow covered cobblestone.
"I don't know who Lord Cross is. I don't think I've ever been here before, actually." he scratched the back of his head. It struck him as odd for the lord of a town to demand an audience with what appeared to be mostly vagrants, woodsmen, and, if the blonde man was any indicator, very fashionable jesters. Well, he supposed the last one would make sense.

That still left only vague ideas what might befall the wanderers.
"...This isn't gonna get weird, is it?"