Dame Westmarch is sceptical and amused at Seqoia's boasts, fully expecting her to make a fool of herself and then to make her introduction to the village once everyone has had a laugh (tactics honed by ballroom manouverings). But then well, then she gets introduced as a pampered spoiled and inexperienced noble's daughter to the village by Seqoia. There's no way anyone with the ability to be that well informed via conventional means would use such phrasing, even if they do follow up with a tale of her future she barely hears..which means the gift has to be genuine. But it's today that Katherine learns an important lesson about truth, namely that it is dangerous. Katherine stares at Seqoia for a couple of seconds as her mind races. Katherine then hearing a tromping sound coming down the road from the estate behind her accompanied by the creak of leather and clink of mail, then composes herself enough to smile in a way that doesn't reach her eyes "Truly your gift is remarkable seer, I would be most privileged if you would accept my hospitality for a time at my estate." she says as graciously as she can manage with a feeling of impatience to get this truth teller far away from those who don't actually need any exposure to truth to fulfil their lot in life (The common folk are like mushrooms, as father would say enigmatically).<br/><br/>That sound of tromping, leather and mail the sound of two of the men at arms father had dispatched with her catching up with Dame Westmarch, adding an air of authority to the woman in the dress through mailed tabards and swords, even if they have the surly look of those who had to suit up and tramp all the way down a hill in a hurry to make sure their supposed leige wasn't eaten or anything while Ozric was cleaning out the chapel still.