Let her approach.

"Greetings, good sir!", the guard says, as soon as you are in hearing range. The honorable address makes some of your worries shrink away. At least she doesn't hold you for an intruder or thief. Not yet, at least.

"Greetings, good lady", you respond accordingly.

A smile crosses her face, irritated and flattered at the same time. "Oh, I'm far from a lady, good sir. Just a normal woman having the honour to serve in the duchess's guard." Now that she is standing an arm's length away from you, wielding a halbard over her shoulder and a short sword at her belt, you can take a better look at her. She has a face displaying military discipline and strictness, but with an air of soft gentleness waiting to break this surface. Strains of light blonde hair peak out from under her nasal helmet.

"Then ... why did you call me sir?"

Her gaze flies over your body, before quickly returning to your eyes. "Well, I assumed a man of such ornate garment cannot be a low peasant."

You take a moment before you realize she means your clothing. Your normal everyday clothing: a pair of jeans, a t-shirt with some printed-on design, a lumberjack shirt. They even have some dust on them, marks of travelling. But maybe ... if this really is some sort of medieval world, the colourful patterns and designs, nothing special in an industrialized world, could seem here as something only a rich man can afford.

Before you can answer, though, you here a loud voice behind you. "Is there problem of sorts?" It is the other guard, quickly making her way towards you. She is wearing the same uniform as her colleague, but her facial expression is way less inviting. She stops before you and musters you from head to toe, while the traffic continues to flow around you.

"Just a noble traveller, I assume", the blonde woman says.

Her colleague frowns. "Or someone who was killed a nobleman and stolen his garment."

You want to defend yourself, but your throat suddenly feels dry. And how could you possibly reason with them, not knowing the customs of this world?

"We should take him to the duchess."

The blonde woman nods in agreement. "This will probably clear all things up. If the good sir would follow us?"