Miguel
Zane wasn't quite sure how much time had passed, all he knew was that he wasn't where he remembered falling asleep. There was a bed underneath him, and not a coach. That warranted opening his eyes, he guessed. Well, opening his eyes answered where he was, and if that wasn't enough, the questioning stare he got from Angelica was helpful.

"Why am I not surprised, not even here for a full day and you're already in the Queen's room." Even though there was a possible accusation there, Zane didn't feel like rising to it. He removed the blanket and stood, before stretching and making for the door.

"Angelica, in my defense, I was asleep when I was moved." He mumbled, rolling his shoulders a bit. "Now, two things. One, where is the Queen exactly? Two, before I go find her, how much have you fucked up my room?"

"She should be in a parlor, and not as bad as you may think." She responded, moving to do whatever she was there for. "Although, it is good to see you back, Harmattan. Even if you look like shit."

Zane rolled his eyes as he left the room. "Love you too, Angelica."

Returning to his room for a moment, he changed quickly before he began to search for the parlor Anyanka was in. Finding the one she was in didn't take too long, although the books she had around her didn't look all that welcoming to Zane.

"So, what's going on here?" He asked, moving towards Anyanka.
Joseph
When she heard the footsteps, she'd wrongfully assumed it was the Doctor, come looking for company. She hadn't seen him except that morning, and she'd yet to find Charity either. Not that she'd gone looking. The uneasy feeling that came from bringing Zane home and the name that lingered on the tip of her tongue hadn't left her in a personable mood, and she didn't want to be rude to her guest as a parting gift. 

Hence, why she'd taken to the parlor to cool off, and to work herself down from the panic that threatened to rise in her when Angelica asked why exactly she'd brought Zane home when there was still work to be done. A name wasn't a reason, and they needed more. But as far as she was concerned, Harmattan had been at it for months, and his sanity couldn't be sacrificed in the search for answers with Amalthea. Not when she truly believed it was a dead end. 

For all she knew, the name wasn't even real.

Anyanka gave a small smile when she spotted him, and placed her finger between the pages she was reading. "A woman's work never ends, Zane. I'm glad to see we didn't loose you, I admittedly checked your pulse a few times in the carriage. Though, you really should still be asleep."
Miguel
Zane just casually waved a hand, trying to assuage her worries. "I've survived off less. I'll be fine."

Moving up behind her, he picked up one of the books on the table. He didn't open it yet, just looked at the cover. It was a bit faded, and he thought about opening it, but decided against it. He wasn't ordered to read, and that's all that mattered to the man right now.

"Given the time I've known you, it doesn't really take a genius to guess what you're doing." He told her, gesturing around at all the books. "You have people you can trust to work on this. I mean, you're stuck with Angelica and I, and you have plenty of people you could ask for help."
Irene
Dayveth maneuvered the crowded streets of Zahrada's markets. Vendors loudly promoted their wares and shamelessly entrapped any unknowing or careless shoppers as they moved between stalls. Being in the markets was a refreshing breath of air since he had been in the castle grounds. He certainly enjoyed and appreciated his time in the castle, but it came with a bit of culture shock and Dayveth was unused to being proper with nobles. He missed his old friend. 

"Master Coren, please slow down." Dayveth checked himself and glanced over his shoulder to find Mara struggling against the crowd. Dayveth felt slightly ashamed for leaving his chaperone behind. They both carried several new wares, their shopping almost done. "My apologies, Mara." 

Dayveth bought a pair of spectacles and nodded to the middle aged nurse. "That's all for now, let us return." The pair headed back to the castle, engaging each other in mild chit chat. They were screened by the gate guards and Mara helped Dayveth deliver his new goods to his room before they said their goodbyes. "What a wholesome woman," Dayveth thought to himself before choosing a certain old tome and setting out to a parlor to read. Sadly, work had to begin. 

By good chance, the new physician had stumbled upon the same parlor as his queen and her spymaster currently occupied. "Oh," He said in slight surprise. "Good evening, Your Majesty, Sir." The second title he said to the man he was unfamiliar with. "I trust you traveled well?" Dayveth asked the woman, turning to her once more.
Joseph
"And what is this isn't something I want anyone else to know about just yet?" She asked, glancing up at him as he walked around the back of the couch she occupied. She'd changed into a lighter dress, foregoing the bodice for the cooler fabric because the fires had burned so hot in the parlor she'd been uncomfortable before. With her feet propped on the the couch, she assumed he wasn't going to take the seat beside her. It occurred to her to move them, but she knew Zane would move them if he wanted the seat. 

"What if this name, is something I _should_ have known already? I ask the wrong person the wrong question, and suddenly I look like a fool in the eyes of the Council of Marin." She pressed her lips together, and moved her hand through her hair. She was going to continue with her worries, but the Doctor entered the parlor just then. 

She turned to look at him, silver eyes not quite being reached by her smile as she set the book aside. "Evening, Doctor Coren." She returned, and then gestured a hand to Zane over her shoulder. "Zane, this is Doctor Coren; a recent hire for the physician's position. Doctor Coren, this is Zane Harmattan; spymaster extraordinaire."
Miguel
Zane was going to comment on her worries, but just then someone else had entered the room. He didn't say anything as Anyanka introduced them, nodding respectfully to the doctor. "A pleasure."

He took a second to think about how she introduced him. Was it normal for spymasters to do as much mundane paperwork as he had? Surely not, but he wouldn't air his woes about that at the current moment, not wanting to make the doctor assume the worst.

"To what do we owe this visit, Doctor?" He asked the man, leaning down onto his forearms behind Anyanka, a small smile on his face as he did so.