Location: Attempting to leave the city of Leidenheim.
"Fourth from your left hand. That will be the fourth from the south. In Royal Knight territory."
It was early the following morning: the Old Man and his companions were making for the North Gate to the city. The city was abuzz with citizens and visitors going about their daily business.
"How is," asked Sir Dractor as they walked, "that I couldn't rip that chain?"
"It had nothing to do with you," explained the Old Man, "but everything to do with Elwen. The girl has gifts that are very much uncommon. It was for those that I brought her along. As for the chain, there are maybe a dozen people in all these kingdoms who could have torn it. The wizard who enchanted it knew what he was doing, peculiar though his methods are."
Elwen, who was walking somewhat ahead of them, had heard nothing of what they said. She dropped back to them shortly after, a somewhat concerned expression on her face.
"What is it?" asked Sir Dractor.
"Nothing yet," she replied. "But a detachment of the local soldiers is up ahead. They seem to be searching everyone leaving the city."
"It's nothing to do with us," said the Old Man confidently. "Just remain polite, and we should soon be on our way. Leave the talking to me."
Sir Dractor said nothing, but he rested his shield arm on the hilt of his sword, just in case.