Arandor
- My lord? - The lord was somewhat surprised and slightly disheartened by such a title, but chose not to dwell on it, chalking the slip up to the knight's fatigue. - I think you can simply state the essence of your business and discuss it with him as is.
Thanking the portly man, Orvald and Gustav made their way toward the sun-tan enthusiast.
- Greetings, your grace, - the knight began. - Allow me to introduce myself: Orvald de Martelam of Flavers, and this is my loyal smith, Gustav, - the mustachioed servant responded with a silent bow. - I don't wish to beat around the bush or waste your time, so I'll speak plainly. I have spent a great deal of time searching for rare metals, and so far they have not been crowned with success. However, I have heard that you might be able to help with this matter. Perhaps we could come to an arrangement, if this information proves to be true.