“Can I help you?”

Cepheus said to you sitting on his throne, looking at you with an interested expression.

“Usually people don’t come here other then to ask for gold, or to lower taxes and stuff… tell me your name please. Or I’ll have my guards escort you out. It’s nothing personal but I’d rather not take a risk.”

Although, Cepheus didn’t believe you were an assassin, but his father told him to ‘play the game safe’… whatever that meant to him