"They pick now to prowl outside my borders? Drive them off with half the escort."
"No banner, their armor is nondescript. They wait by the roadside." He shakes his head. "But they're across our borders. What do we do, my [lord/lady]?"
Ser Hugo rides up, concerned. "Scouts report armed men lurking along the northeast road. They're too well armed to be highwaymen. I don't like this."
"We must hurry our escort to the border. If they prove their ill will, we wide upon them."
"What banner were these men flying? Was their armor distinct?"
"Send more scouts to confirm their position. Be subtle; no need to invite trouble."