"Riffraff? Spies?" Serena raises an eyebrow. "Best to watch your tongue, boy."
"Maybe it would be easiest for everyone if Falkon gave us a quick little tour to satisfy our curiosity, sans any important strategic locations of course, and we got out of your hair Lord ...? Maybe somewhere that offers lunch more delicious then trail rations."
Falkon takes a moment to search the heavens for some divine intervention.
"WHAT!? INSOLENCE! How dare you! Were you my women I would have you both lashed for impertinence!" The lad looks to Numalar and Alia to deal with their what- (certainly not friends--the elf and gnome are both too well heeled for that)-retainers? Mercenaries? Concubines? (Zokon too.)