Ingus turned at the voice, and immediately fell into a bow at the sight of the woman standing before him. Her appearance was flawless, her bearing royal, and a knight's lifelong training had him reacting almost without thought. It was only that he did not know her true station that kept him from one knee, though it was tempting nonetheless.

"Milady," he said politely once he rose from his bow. "Any assistance that you might grant would be most gracious."