Madgeon shook Garret's hand in return, and smiled rather proudly.Glad to have met your acquaitance friend. I pray that goodwill comes of our adventures together. And yes, he tapped his temple, I am making note of these happenings myself for future compositions.
Having thoroughly checked all his gear, especially his beloved mandolin, which he found horridly out-of-tune, he found all was in order.
After seeing the cowering guard and hearing his alibi, Madgeon senses all is not a'right.
As Garret steps foward growling, Madgeon briskly steps foward and stands shoulder-to-shoulder to Garret with his back to the guard.
He wispers to Garret, He's lieing. You - bad cop. Me - good cop.
Madgeon swiftly turns and faces the guard. Pulling his rapier out with one hand and the other, as if it were a rope and not a sword, he pokes it into the ground and strikes a pose, as if the sword were a cane and sighs knowingly.Sir, are we not men of reason? Tell us, what is your name? And I pray you, tell us all you know, truthfully. For, I can not speak for all hear, but we do have two dragon-born among us who may not want to dialogue with you as I am asking of you now. Madgeon finishes, lifting his chin as he emphasizes the last few words and stares gravely at the guard.