inally it looks like the Lord has had enough of his own charade, opening the conversation with exaggerated friendliness.
"Ah! A knight from a noble, even though from a hardly known family! At least something different, how refreshing! I'm tired of seeing ordinary peasants walking in and out of my hall, asking me for favours and less taxes while wearing out my precious carpet floors with their muddy feet. Now...how do you like my lovely town, Sir? T'is a precious jewel glistening in wonderful harmony with all the luscious pastures and golden wheat fields surrounding it. Am I right?"