"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Wanders." He would say with sincerity, politeness, and grace. In the back of his mind, his recollection of the oddity came to mind, and he felt relief that it was not something sinister. After all, odd things  could be good or bad. "You honor me with your hospitality. A tale at breakfast is surely the least I could do for you." Maybe he was being a little over-the-top, but at the same time, there isn't anything false  about it; this is just the minstrel being himself. This was his natural tendency.<br/><br/>"If you do not mind, I would like to find my traveling companions, and let them know where I'll be, first." And maybe to see what that old fool was yelling about, that he could hear in the distance. Prophecy? There's got to be something fascinating to learn there.