Having acquired a large bouquet from the woman who owned the one flower shop in the town (and a stern warning not to torment any of the young ladies around - she knew her king), Edgar was wandering the streets, distributing flowers left and right to the women of the town, and not just the pretty ones. The little girls and old grannies got them, too, and seeing their King do something like that reassured the natives that he was who he was. He was still having to be on guard in case that impostor returned.

Upon spotting the ears in the street before him, Edgar realized who this must be - the young... woman who'd answered his initial questions, and come to hunt the menace on his southeastern border. Taking three roses from the bouquet, he stepped in front of her, smiling widely, gracefully holding out the roses. Even the tall king was only right at eye level with this Viera.

"Mjrn, is it? I'm more than happy to meet you at last, my dear."