[Tancred]

If Karnas had eyes, he would be giving the stunned cavalier a sidelong look, gauging how much of this story to let on to the young bard. To his relief, he finds he doesn't have to take the initiative.
"I... wouldn't talk to her again, Skye," murmurs Tancred, shaking himself out of his shock. "She's a menace, a troublemaker and -"
"Right behind you," interjects Karnas.
Tancred gives a small 'meep' sound as a hand lays itself on his shoulder. It is slim, well-manicured; and white-knuckled as it grips the paladin's shoulderplate. He begins to turn in his seat, but finds he does not have to turn far; a face is waiting for him, bobbing just beside his own. A heart-shaped face; framed with a mass of straight chestnut hair. Ursula de Gossard is possessed of a straight, pearly smile, an aristocratic, slightly upturned nose - and a set of piercing, brilliant green eyes that stare back into Tancred's own narrowed blue pupils.
"It IS you," she breathes. "My my, to think you've returned after so long... we all feared the worst..."
Tancred shudders as he feels her other hand come to rest upon his other shoulder. "You... you remember me, then, Ursula?"
Her smile grows wider, showing more teeth. A high, giggling laugh escapes her throat. "Of COURSE I do... we all do. Tancred de Foesmyte come back out of the wilds, out of the mists, back into the fold? Oh, how we've all worried, Tancred... You have no idea how much of a stir you've caused, disappearing into thin air all those years ago, and now... appearing here again, unnoticed by the gate watch, as if by magic..."
Her gaze flicks from Tancred's face to Skye. Her brows raise, ever so slightly; She looks the young bard up and down.
"And who... is this? I bumped into you earlier, girl, but I had no idea you were one of this great knight's close companions...?"
Tancred's eyes also move to Skye. He gives the barest of head-shakes in her direction.
It is perhaps intriguing that Karnas is, oddly, silent.