The first step to solving this mystery would involve an interrogation. No doubt that Inigo would be stingy with his information on Severa, possibly attempting to extort Morgan for it. This would require careful maneuvering to be sure.

Several feet away, Priam followed behind his son, intent on making sure nothing horrible occurs.

Inigo had his arms folded and his foot was tapping hard enough to make an audible thud against the grass. "Morgan, I appreciate you trying to talk to me, but I've got to get somewhere else. If I'm any more late, chances are she won't even talk to me today."

"Huh? Oh, you mean those duels with Kjelle, right?" Morgan snickered, "No offence, but there's not really a whole lot of conversation going on during those."

"You said you needed something, and this is sounding more like I'm not going to give you anything." Inigo turned to walk away, only stopped by Morgan grabbing his tunic.

"Gah! Alright, I'm sorry!" Morgan turned Inigo back around, keeping his arms on his friend's shoulders. "Look, I need to know Severa's ring size, and you're the only guy I know who might know that!"

"Then go ask her! How do you think I was able to get a ring for her?"

Morgan's face lit up. "Oh, wait, if you already have a ring, then give it to me!"

Priam acted quickly in a way that only a trained swordsman and father would. He waved his arms frantically, shaking his head "No!" at Inigo. Inigo saw this display and started to wonder just what he did today to deserve such an odd afternoon. "Something tells me I shouldn't give it to you to give to her…" Or someone, Inigo thought.

"All I know is my Father wants me to get Severa a ring because she's been staying in my tent for so long! If I can't get yours to give her, then let me borrow it so I can get the ring size from it."

Inigo was utterly baffled. He wanted to just go get his face bashed in, at least that made sense. After a few moments of just staring silently and slack-jawed at Morgan, trying to divine if this was all some elaborate ploy by someone for some nefarious purpose. But since Morgan was about as incorruptible as can be. "Alright. Just, uh, return it when you're done with it..?"

Inigo removed the ring from his pocket, why he kept it on himself, few could understand. He handed it to a grateful Morgan who dashed off saying, "You won't regret this, I promise!"

With Morgan out of sight, Priam made his move. He approached Inigo and stared the young man down. To his credit, Inigo was still too confused to be intimidated. "You. Dancing man. You and I are going to aid my son."

"But I have-"

"Yes, I am aware you have an appointment to get mauled this afternoon," Priam wrapped an arm around Inigo and began to walk with him. "This is more important than your courtship. For one thing, he has more of a chance to maintain his relationship, especially compared to your lackluster attacks on that woman's defence."

At least she doesn't insult anymore and just sticks to smacking me around, Inigo thought bitterly. "I'll have you know that I'm getting closer every day!"

"Well, at least it's good training for real battle considering no enemy has matched that defence that I've seen."

"You still haven't said why I should help you."

"Do you really have anything else to do?"

Inigo's eye began to twitch involuntarily. He desperately wanted to shout "Yes!", but he figured that the sooner that he got out of this kooky man's grip, the better.

Priam nodded and patted Inigo's chest. "Good answer. Now then, you have the most important job beyond Morgan's: I need you to distract Severa so she doesn't suspect a single thing about Morgan not being in camp."

"B-But she's not in camp!" There was a moment of clarify in Inigo's life as he realized this feeling of dread from being dragged somewhere he didn't want to go was most likely what Brady and Gerome felt. Fate was a cruel mistress.

The two stopped in their tracks as Priam grabbed Inigo's shoulders. The young man winced at the grip and was suddenly thankful that Morgan didn't have that kind of pressure yet. "Please tell me she's off in the woods training or climbing a mountain in order to test herself."

"I'm not one to really lie, per se, so I think it's better to tell what I've heard on the grapevine." Inigo pried one of Priam's hands off of him. "From what I understand, Severa took Cynthia and Lucina out to go have 'girl time' while we had such off time."

Priam gave Inigo an intense stare, trying to work out just what that actually meant. "You're more in-tune with women, at least in some fashion. Guess what they might be doing."

"How should I know?"

"They are your closest comrades, I'm quite sure a man like you could make an educated guess."

"I don't know if I should be insulted or grateful for that, but fine…" Inigo ran a hand through his hair. "If this is really that important to you, I'll do my best to help. Can I at least go explain this to Kjelle so she doesn't track me down?"

Priam nodded. "Very well, dancer, you will meet me at the edge of town. No doubt Morgan has quite the lead, but catching up to him should be little trouble…"

Is this karma? Inigo wondered, plodding off towards Kjelle's usual spot.