"So the princes of Stormholt do exist," Lord Fergio said quietly. "Forgive me if I don't stand to greet you. The last time someone claimed to represent your father, he sent me a forged seal and a squad of mercenaries that burned down half our docks."
"Does that happen often?" Kion asked. "People coming here parading as royals?"
"Anything happens these days. Everyone's getting desperate. The economy's bad, people are losing their vocations, getting sick, all kinds of things."
"Although Lila did tell me you were coming, so I suppose I have reason to believe you when you say who you are, but it does not give me reason to trust you, not yet at least, even though she does."
"Dad. We talked about this." Lila chided, and Fergio thought for a moment.
"You told me they were your friends, not royals. When did you start fraternizing with the likes of them anyway? Is that what you meant when you said to follow your dreams?"
"Dad." Lila chided.
