Alex
Anyanka Durkhan
Stormalong, South Feyshore

She had arrived without much warning in Stormalong. Angelica had written to her, asking for her to make a quick trip out to Stormalong at her earliest convenience. It was signed 'Angel', something the blonde lady only did when she was at the end of her rope, the same way Anya used to sign frantic letters as 'Anka'. 

She was greeted with surprise but open arms, and she and the Lady of Stormalong locked themselves in her chambers for hours. When she finally withdrew, it was so Angelica could check in on Marcus and Anya could deal with the pestering gnat of a guard who kept trying to catch her attention. 

"_What_ could possibly be so important?" She snapped, and stiffened at the realization that she had. The redhead paused, swallowed, then straightened. "My apologies, what is it, Lockard?" She asked her tone much kinder this time. 

"A man is here to see you." Lockard explained behind a blush. "He arrived with recommendations from Lord Cromwell."

"Sir, sir Cromwell." Anyanka corrected but nodded. Angelica would be a while undoubtedly, and she had time for a quick meeting. 

"Take me to him."
Kathy
**Elias Armin
Stormalong, S. Feyshore**

He had been waiting for what was just starting to feel like forever. But, it was no matter. He was a soldier. Or, at least he had been at one point. If there was one thing he could do, it was wait. And, so, wait Elias did. 

Once the contents of Elias' flask had warmed from the freeze that it had gotten on the trip from Knight's Landing, he sipped on it. There was nothing better to do, waiting and all. Of course, it was only water but it gave him something to do. Elias cherished the little pouch, as it was the same one given to him twenty-five years ago. Though he had payed coin to have it repaired all too many times. 

Finally, as Elias returned the souviner of his days as a living man to his hip, he spotted the end to his wait. As Anya walked towards him, guard in tow he stood. Elias considered taking knee in some sort of respectful show but deemed it too much. 

The Duchess neared him and so he removed Cromwell's second letter from his back pocket, where he had moved it in all the waiting, and thrusting the letter in hand towards her Elias spoke. "I believe it best that you read this first, Ma'am."
Alex
Anyanka Durkhan
Stormalong South Feyshore

Anyanka had barely gotten within greeting distance of the stranger before he was thrusting a folded letter in her direction. The woman paused, an unfortunate confused sound slipping from.Her as her brow raised and knitted together at the same time.

Grey eyes moved to the man, and she studied him for a moment before carefully taking the letter. She didn't trust it, but Lockard made no indication that Stafford's guards would have let this strange man into her presence without being verified first. 

She glanced down at the letter in her hands, fingers holding the edges carefully before turning it over to break the seal. The handwriting was immediate recognizable as Cromwell's, and that was even more peculiar. 

_I was never an expert on Kath. Thought you might be able to authenticate his story better than I could. Be wary. 

-Cromwell_

Anya read the note twice before letting her gaze slide back up to the man. 

"Do I know you?" She questioned, returning the letter to its envelope.
Kathy
**Elias Armin
Stormalong, S. Feyshore**

Elias watched the royalty as she read Cromwell's letter. He thought it was just a bit quick, considering all he had told the man who wrote it. But, perhaps she was just a quick reader. 

Elias stared back as Anya looked up to him and heard her question. Once again, he thought it odd. Should that not have been in the letter? Nevertheless, he needed to reply and so Elias answered, "Yes. Sort of."

He let the words linger a moment before continuing. There was quite a bit to say but Elias tried to keep it quick enough to begin with. "I, well, I am Elias Armin. Elias Armin of the Royal Eclipse Guard of Kath."

With that, Elias left the floor of conversation to Anya. He was unsure of how the duchess would react, but he could only hope she would believe him. If needed, a bit more proof did lie inside his jacket, in a pocket that itself lay over his heart.