Our heroes have arrived

Lady Margaret, Pansie, and Sir Richard ride into the village of Pilla.

Sir Richard is sharing his horse with Pansie. He's given his cloak to her and wrapped her in it to protect her modesty.

"I say, what's going on over there?" Richard asks as the crowd whoops it up at the naked nobles' expense.

"Looks like some kind of party," Lady Margaret declares dryly. "Perhaps we should investigate?"

Normally Sir Richard would insist on investigating things, but he feels duty bound to protect the delicate Pansie from further distress.

"You go ahead, I think Lady Pansie and I should look into finding suitable lodgings first," Richard declares.

Pansie blushes at being called 'Lady,' but certainly doesn't object to it. "And some clothes too?" She timidly asks.

"Of course! H-how foolish of me!" Richard responds as he starts to blush now too. "Shall we look for a tailor now, my lady?"

"B-but... I... I have no money," the put-upon peasant girl stammers in shame.

"Worry not, my dear, I shall take care of that," Richard says as he pats a pouch of coin hanging from his belt.

"Oh Sir Richard!" Pansie sighs in sweet admiration.

Margaret rolls her eyes at this never-ending fawning. "Well, while you do that, I'm going to go see what's going on over there."

"Very well, we shall meet back at the inn in an hour," Richard declares as he and Pansie depart.

Margaret climbs down off her horse, hitches to a post and moves towards the rowdy, shouting crowd.