Willem cocked his head back, took a deep breath, and said,
"I am Willem, Son of Wilhelm of the Crowne family. This is the gracious Lord Bjarn of the Forestmen, and this is the most noble and heroic Lord Graygon."
"You claim high birth, traveller." stated the Knight, "I am inclined to think you lie. Willem has most likely been slain like the rest of Wilhelm's family. If your words are true, which I think they are not, you claim kinship to the King. I am sure such a noble race would not allow themselves to become so scruffy."
"Verily, I object to thy accusations." Willem replied, his teenage years in court coming back to him, "I am indeed related to the King, and I have returned to visit my cousin."
"But..." Graygon replied.
"Pardon, most gracious Lord Graygon, I must, with great sorrow, interject. You see, my good Lord Graygon has lost some of his memory due to a most unfortunate blow to the head by a vile bandit seeking to relieve his purse." Willem lied, putting on a facade of sorrow. In a strong allied nation such as Classic Legoland, the ability to play politics and strach truths was often more important then physical strength. "He does not know much of which he speaks of. The poor soul..."
"But if I may continue, I can offer conclusive proof of my birth. It is inscribed in my sword, as you can see." Willem offered.
The Knight examined it, and said, "But how am I to know that you did not murder the real Lord Crowne and steal his weapon? I do not trust your spying lot, despite the fact that the King says we must befriend all."
"I am most saddend by your distrust of myself and my kind." Willem replied, "But there is my birthmark I can offer as evidence. But to do that I would need to present myself to a relative or the King, for it was not known outside my family."
"You play a hard game, Wolfpack." replied the Knight, a hint of distaste creeping into his voice at the mention of "Wolfpack", "I will let you go to the King. And if you are not who you claim, you and your scruffy companions shall be publically humiliated and then thrown to rot in the jails."
"Let us go, now." Willem replied, "There is not time to waste."

