#127851 - “My Queen, if we are certain that this Skye and Cadance cannot communicate with the Prince, then perhaps we present them with a false opportunity to rescue him?” Ariela nodded slowly then glanced towards Avery, studying her exotic skin, shiny tattooed head and slender figure, figuring that she was likely only perhaps a few years younger than the greying General, “Well Avery, would you say you are absolutely confident that any plan we conjure up will not leave the walls of this Palace?” Avery glanced between her at Atrin and realised that while she hadn’t said a word, any blame for the failure of such a plan would land squarely on her shoulders. It was tough, being her. “So, here we are,” she glanced towards the servant and raised an eyebrow, “What’s your name?” The servant looked suddenly startled to have been singled out and almost dropped the pitcher of wine he was carrying, “I er, um, Daru, my Queen.