Elara looked mildly amused at the fact and gave her 'guest' a slight nod as she left the papers on the table with a slight sigh. "Oh they all know we have a treaty... that's why they're cycling out some of my more... reserved troops to another city, rather than keep them here in the palace where their tension levels would rise every day you were spotted in this place. Mostly my father's soldiers... he'll be against it of course, and probably seek to gut you like a fish at every opportunity." She said matter of factly, breezing past the prince into the corridor again, beckoning him to follow her. She pushed open the door on the left after they walked a short while longer and smiled, actually smiled as she saw all manner of Arcadian residents bustling, shouting and generally making a lot of noise in the overly steamy and probably dangerous kitchen. Vampires, mortals who looked as if they had never seen a day in the sun in this realm, and even creatures who looked more magical than anything, light almost glowing in their skin, ran around the behest of a squat mortal woman brandishing a spoon as if it were a scepter and threatening to turn them all into stew if everything was not perfect.<br/><br/>"This is quite possibly one of my favorite areas in the palace. It's too busy for them to consider politics or bickering with one another." Elara pointed out, before slowly backing away from the kitchen to not interrupt the steady flow of work, which seemed to be connected to the next room that had an open archway into a large garden. Part of the garden was set aside for wash tubs and lines for clothing, which seemed a little on the simple side considering the magic they had spelled into the building for purification for the waters, but still some vampires and mortals were washing clothing and hanging it up, both male and female. In another corner of the garden, it looked as if a steady place for root vegetables and even some odd berry bushes were growing, while at the far back, almost against the high stone wall that protected the inhabitants from the outside world, were a few younger looking beings, again of all different races, sat gazing fixedly up at a man in a brown robe. The man looked to be well into his seventies for a mortal, but the keen wisdom in his eyes proved him to be much older, as he lifted a hand and displayed his mastery of summoning water from droplets in the air and freezing it into a sound ball.<br/><br/>"As I told you last night, we have had magic users for a long time... Caldwyn, the mage you see standing there, he is a rarity, even in Arcadia..." She folded her arms across her ribcage and leaned her back against the doorway, while she watched him speak to the young ones. "He's half vampire, half mortal mage and I've known him for as long as I've been alive. Normally, he instructed others like him, which were far and few between, or just the few mortals who were born here and still carry a trickle of the gift. But after a raid ended badly with your father, Caldwyn withdrew to the palace and demanded to not be disturbed until the fighting ceased."