"My intentions, sirrah? Why, this knight was apprehended trying to return the spoils of war to our enemies. I'd sooner have an explanation of her intentions. I haven't gotten a word- well, not a *useful* word shall we say, from her since she worked out that this is a British army and not a Frankish one. No matter, I'll throw her at the Prince's feet, along with all the other barbarian wenches, and of course his share of all the treasures I have won for him here." He gestures to the loot pile filling the other gallery. It would be an impressive haul for any army, did it not pale in comparison to the vast fortune pillaged at Caen.
"Now, sir Leiryn. You seem like a sensible young man, and I'm sure you were no party whatsoever to this treasonous expedition. Guess I right that you were sent by the -august- Lord Wayford to apprehend this fiend?" He smirks wickedly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But of course I'm right. I have fulfilled the command, so now I charge you to run and tell your commander that I have the felon well in hand, and since he had so much trouble holding onto it in the first place, that I will be holding the contraband in safe keeping." He places an arm around Audofleda's waist and draws her into him with a sharp jolt, to which she does not react with enthusiasm.