I'm not interested in your things, I'm just looking for any evidence that the Druid boy's in the castle.
Perhaps the Druidboy's hiding in your chambers. They're usually such a mess, you'd never know.
It's hardly my fault I have such a lazy idiot for a servant.
If you can't even find your own servant what hope do you have finding the boy?
Really...I'm touched by your confidence you have on my ability, and as much as I love to stay and talk,
but the sooner we get started, the sooner we'll be finished.
Well, I'll save you the trouble.
Trust me, if I could find him, I would.
The Druid boy's hiding behind the screen. I'm sure your father would love to know how you wasted your time by rifling through my things. Go on.
So you can have the satisfaction of making me look a fool?
My experience, you don't need any help looking like a fool. What are you waiting for? Take a look.
Why don't you just go back to brushing your hair, or whatever it is that you do all day?
Bye, Arthur. Good luck with the search!