"Clearly not a retainer of any sort. There are plenty of common folk here, usually as servants or hanger-ons, but you're not one of them. Not dressed like that you're not, and especially not with so many lies. Perhaps I should go talk to Lady Wyrdwing about how you are defaming her good name by sneaking in undesirables into the wedding feast?" Cynthia was quiet after that, her mouth open and talon raised in protest. He hadn't been very loud and was pretty sure none of the few griffons in the nearby gardens had overheard him.