“Perhaps. We were ambushed by a witch and her brigands. Ye said a note to led thy here. Show it to me.”
"Of course. However, it was carried by one of our compatriots, who was slain by some foul undead we encountered in the previous room. Will you accompany us there?"
“You left this note on a fallen ally?” Sir Balin asks, although it is clear that he is not believing the lie. “In the previous room? Then go get it and bring it here forthwith.”
Lazarus sighs, feigning annoyance and hurt. Time to play a different card. Are all knights this annoying? Timeon isn't this annoying.
Listen, jerk, we didn't stop to loot our dead after we put down the monsters, ok? At least I didn't. I just lost people in that room to horrifying undead and I'd appreciate some concideration, Sir Pain-in-the-Britches.
Casius allows a look of pain to cross his face. "I considered it disrespectful to search through the pockets of my fallen companions. If you truly insist, we will do so."
“I understand thy wish to respect thy fallen comrades, however, Mitre understands the needs of adventurers.” Balin knows adventures well. His eyes a sorrowful understanding.
Casius sighs in annoyance. "Very well, then. We'll go retrieve the letter. We'll be back shortly."
He motions the others to follow him out of the room.