"Mister Knotts, perhaps you've forgotten." She paused as a biting lecture formed. "We have been commissioned by the king of Clarksland himself to rescue his daughter, now being held in the depths of this infernal madhouse-No insult intended Crystal-by his best Knight gone rogue."
"If I act, " She continued ", like we're in a hurry its because we are in one. We need to be, because the Alternative is returning to Clarksland not with the Princess, but with news of her death. And I can't accept an outcome like that. Not as a Scion of the greatest guides and navigators in the world. Not as the child of the greatest amongst those greatest. Not as the one who agreed to this fool's errant...Not as-" She stopped, blink and took a breath. She had broken another taboo, never raise your voice to the client.
"Please excuse me Mister Knotts, I've forgotten myself" She looked at Crystal again "..I'm, going to have a look at that door. End of the village, isn't it?"