Walking down the streets of 1450s Germany was quite the experience. The streets were made of stone, and the Church was just as high up as always, and the mountains surrounding it were a burden to everyone who wanted to come and go. But, of course, that didn’t mean there weren’t interesting things you would see. The barren brick roads remained as such, as you meandered through town, pausing only as you heard a loud ‘Kyaaa!’ off in the distance. Had someone been hurt? That was truly a good question.

Upon arriving at the scene, all that was seen was a rather beautiful young.. woman, it seemed, being aided by two knights. You could have sworn you seen someone sneaking into the manor this was before through the corner of your eye. But before you could dwell on the thought, your gaze was drawn back to the blonde person that was now walking towards you.

“Ahem.. would you be so kind as to help me?” A soft voice inquired. While it certainly made an effort and succeeded at sounding feminine, there was something about this figure that was off. And it seemed that Otto knew that, regarding the fact that he silently cursed your appearance. Kallen was inside—and he had planned to help her, but those plans were foiled now. So, instead, he’d have to keep playing the part of the distressed maiden who’d just sprained her ankle and needed help home. If only to keep distracting you, at least. “I’ve hurt my ankle, and it’s terrible to walk.. if you would at least act as much crutch, that would be much obliged..”