<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Amaltheia</span></div><br/><br/>Amaltheia couldn't help but smile a little when the king picked up his violin and began to play. She always had enjoyed such music. She set down her teacup at his question, and nodded. "Yes, eventually he will, I believe. He's currently only on the edges of the land. He's making his way inland, however. I don't believe he'll do so quickly, though. He seems to be taking the time to spread his word and teach along the way." She leaned back in her chair and looked out the window. A slight frown made its way onto her features as she considered. It seemed as if there were all sorts of new factors to consider. Ones that they had very little information on. There was only so much she could tell from scrying. She certainly couldn't constantly do so, as she would need to if they were to have the intelligence on the various groups they needed. "We need more people in the midst of what's happening to pass the information onto us," she said eventually, her gaze returning to him.