She whirls around to look up at the man speaking. What she sees makes no sense, from how he's dressed to how he seems to be lacking bodyguards, or anything she'd expect of someone from the nobility. She's heard all of the stories, after all!

Sakura swallows, tablet held tight to her chest. She considers if this might not be who she's looking for, but the fact remains no one else has responded to her questions or her calls.

Realizing she has no idea what the proper way to ask really is, Sakura goes for the greatest showing of respect she can remember from stories and lessons in etiquette should a kunoichi be on mission and made to interact or playact like she's working for, around, or part of the nobility.

She drops down to her knees, tucking her tablet into her lap as she bends over. She places both hands on the cold, wet ground and lets her forehead come down to rest on her wrists.

"Prince Arthur Pendragon, this humble person begs of you a great favor!"

Please don't be angry with me.