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Aresilla was in the guest room that the queen of Elfia gave to her, and Shalla when the young princess was a newborn. She knows of the kingdom that she was born in that was perish by the army of Palecia along with the abductions of certain maidens. She began to found the rebellion of light to overthrow Queen Neferia, and the Palecia empire.

Fredrick knocked on the door. "Aris?" That was his nickname for Aresilla. "Can I come in?" He wanted to talk about the plans for the conning of light.... Through rebellion

 

Nefaria looked at the plains of Palecia from her room. A knock was heard. "My lady, I have done as you requested... The armies have sent for her..."

 

"The armies have been sent for other countries as well, I presume?" She responded.

 

"Yes..." Said the servant said. "Your will will be spread in no time..."

"Come in" Aresilla said as she look out the window.

Fredrick opened the door, and sat down next to her. "So... That letter from your father..." He remembered the letter

 

-I know who you are... My daughter had been kidnapped by you all this Time, you witch! To think I ever loved you... When you weren't even the true one.... But I've seen through your disguise... I shall kill you... And MY daughter will rule...-

 

"What do you think happened to him? First the exile, and now this? I thought he was dead!?"

"He died along with my mother Neferia's army killed them,the army, and the citizens. I'm the only one left." Aresilla said

"Yea..." Fredrick sighed. "It's just... I heard rumors... That Nefaria can clone people... And control even the strongest minds..." He took the letter and burdened it with fire. "Forget it... It's probable that it's forgery..." He looked at Aris. "He was my father-Well, like one, anyways- as well, you know. You and him adopted me when you found me unconscious..."

Quint strolled into an Elfian pub. Being a hume, and being so casual in Elfia was possibly a bad idea, but Quint wasn't scared. His bow was over his back, with plenty of arrows. Also, he had a knife in his boot. But Quint hoped it wouldn't come to that. Stabbing or shooting innocent elves really wasn't in his agenda. Quint took a seat at the bar, and put the bow and quiver on the ground next to his stool. As the tender walked over to him, Quint cleared his throat, and spoke. "Cider please." The tender nodded, and Quint slid a few gil across the counter. It was more than was needed for the drink. The ranger knew that bartenders were normally some of the best information brokers, and some of the cheapest too. The tender looked at him with a glance, then turned and walked away to get the drink. Quint leaned over the bar. He could only hope the intel he needed would be this easy to find.

{Shalla}

Shalla stood outside Aresilla's room, listening to the conversation between the Princess and Fredrick. She often wondered about that boy, as if never paid to be lax as a guardian. His line about controlling strong minds didn't help his position in the Mithra warrior's mind, either.

 

{Locke}

Locke slid into a seat next to Quint, keeping his eyes ahead of him.

"Interesting to see another Palecia boy here." He commented. "How's home? Do you plan to stick around long?"

The words were that of a hyper boy, but Locke spoke in a dark tone with no trace of humor.