It looks like she is beginning to suspect we are not on the way to the manor as promised.
“It’s just a slight detour, my lady. You have my word.”
Yup, she definitely did not buy that at all. Giving her my word was overselling the lie. Now she’s raising her voice and demanding an explanation? She wants out of the carriage? This is such a chore.
“Now, now we are in the warehouse district. It wouldn’t be safe to leave a noble woman alone on the streets at this time of the night.”
She doesn’t care what I think? Who do I think I am? What’s gotten into this girl! It’s time to drop the Ziegfried charm and add the Von Carstein menace.
“For your own sake I suggest you be a bit more cooperative. Bad things to can to little girls in the middle of the night.”
Great, now she’s flailing against me. I hope her father isn’t this difficult. If words aren’t going to work one way or the other there is always the physical route.
“My lady I don’t think you properly appreciated the craft that went into the interior of this coach. Allow me to direct your attention to the decals carved into the door. You really need an up close look to admire them. Let me give you a hand.”