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Aren't you curious why I'm looking for those trees?

Or what I'm doing up here on the mountain?

I mulled it over... and decided to handle things the old fashioned way.

What...?

'Fess up, and don't move!

What is the meaning of this, Madam Larina?

You're not supposed to say that line yet, I haven't even done anything to you.

Spit it out though. You've been following me for ages, just following. What are you after here?

I don't understand.

Quit playing dumb!

I don't remember telling you my name.

This is a misunderstanding.

You know the Viscount Harold Craigavon and I have history together, and it was he who told me your name.

Oh?

You think I'm stupid?

I never told him my full name either.

And you managed to climb up the summit without taking a single break. There's no way you could have fallen into a simple hunter's trap!

Even if you did, you could have just climbed out.

Anna and the girls always tell me to think before I act, but I have to say, sometimes there's no use in thinking too much either.

You are much more careful than I expected, Madam Larina.

So you admit it?

John Smith is probably a fake name too, right? Maybe... you really <i>are</i> a spy?

What if I said yes?

Then you'd be pretty bad at your job.

Cause even I could tell something was up.

Your accusation is absolutely correct.

It's true. I have been quite careless, and life in Kjerag has made me so.

I have considerable freedom here, and there aren't many who pose a threat to me.

Hah, look at you talk.

I'm warning you, you'd better behave. And don't move an inch.

You're standing on the edge of a cliff, and there's nothing but snow under your feet.

I just have to stomp my feet to send you falling, and I can't promise I'll catch you if that happens.

Alright, Madam Larina. I'll come clean, yesterday...

Victorian scum!

Arctosz is here! You stay away from her!

Whoa! Wh-Where did you come from?

Ah-ah-ah-ah, wait! Watch your footfalls, the snow—

Wahh—!

R-Rosalind!

Grab my—

It's somewhat funny, but Arctosz is clearly charging towards me—

Could Rosalind really have come here for something?

No matter. He's coming, and I can only jump.

...The Black Knight.

All rested up?

Not yet.

That's not good.

You'll be less fun to fight.

Going straight into it?

Problem with that?

I'll get straight to my point too then.

You convinced the Viscount that everything on the train was a misunderstanding. I was only half-convinced at the time.

But now, I know that even the stately Black Knight tells lies.

That only proves that you don't know me at all.

There's still time to turn around and go down the mountain for a nice lunch.

I'm sorry, but I tend to throw myself fully into my work.