"I am no more a riddlemaster than you are a songstress," Monterys replied tersely. A riddlemaster is one who holds the answers besides, he thought morosely to himself.
"Your brother's allegiance?" he echoed, lifting his chin with curiosity. "So you are a lady then; I thought your speech was unusual for a common folk. This is no place for a lady, but then again I shouldn't have imagined you charged with a crime such as that. This Princess Aenyris… Was she well liked?"