"Allright," you say, laying your sword on the dirt, keeping the daggar in your boot hidden. The older hobbit says "Ursula, why dont you fetch them some food, they are our guests?"
Grumbling, the hobbitess walks toward the fire where there is a cauldron over the fire.
The hobbit invites you to sit with him on a pair of boulders near to the fire.
"It's a very dangerous game you are playing," he says.
You look at him, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"Your story has about as much truth as our prince here has backbone."
"You will not talk to royalty in that manner!" The prince pipes in, before you can stop him.
The old hobbit's smile grows wider, "Yes, i thought so."
Your hand slowly moves to the daggar in your boot, "No need for that, now, i mean no harm, i just wish to lend my advice," says the hobbit. "You look like a man who has been around a couple times. You may have won some favour for now, but we are gypsies, and you walked into our camp in full armor. There have already been men through here looking for the prince. It wont be long untill the majority puts two and two together."
As you consider this, the hobbit watches you.
"The way i see it, your only choice is to leave us."
The prince, who had been staring into the fire until this point, looks up and asks "Leave?"
"Yes, your higness. We must, the sooner the better."
The hobbit looks at you hard "yes, i agree that time is of the essence. But i have a second proposition for you-- there is a council of spirits that meets tonight in this forest. if you take me with you, we can go to the council and ask for their aid. They may not be able to help you, and they may not want to help you, considering that you are humans, but it cant hurt you to try."