"This is a contest I don't know the rules of, but any chance to ride about would be appreciated. I'll even hop down the moment the contest begins." Amelia's laying it on pretty thick with her warm tones and bright smile, but it's usually the best way to get what you want when you're a beautiful woman covered in fabric from head to toe.

"Lady Amelia Ronsam. I'm a friend to both the grooms and a few of your men who have been posted here in the past." More "friend" than friend for the latter, but the distinction hardly matters. Amelia's smile grows a few notches brighter as she inclines her head and shoulders politely to Celann. "Might I have your name as well, friend? It would be impolite of me to speak to a perfect stranger when I can so easily ask his name."