<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #0000FF">Earl Seaward, the Archivist Assistant</span></span></div><br/><br/>It was always overwhelming for young Earl to be in the presence of Queen Cestaline who was his senior by several years, both her beauty and strong demeanor made the youth falter when around her. He always had to brace himself before speaking with her but it was even worse thinking that she was perhaps working against the kingdom she had been living in the last few years. Of course he always admired the Queen's irresistible beauty, though never once thinking anything beyond that, knowing his place among the world. When King Allistair first introduced her to the court, Earl, still very young, could not help but be transfixed by this woman, likely a similar fixation giving reason for the king to have pursued her to begin with. Yet, there has been another feeling that the archivist assistant would feel about her, the same feeling he has right now. He could not describe what that feeling was other than uneasy, just something about her seemed off but he could not understand what. It had not been a sinister feeling as he was sure that this woman was of pure intentions just perhaps something hidden away.<br/><br/>He caught himself from his wandering mind as the Queen responded to his introduction, picking up on the slight irritation in her words though he was not sure whether that irritation was for the absence of the king or the presence of him and Harold. Her voice, which was as melodious as a grand fanfare, caught Earl's ears who was trying his best to analyze her tone to try and catch any hint of mischievousness though was failing miserably as, just the same as her beauty, it was too endearing for the young man to get beyond so he was relieved when the woman made her exit.<br/><br/>However, he could see the frustration growing on Harold as the Queen seemed to be too busy for the pair, stopping herself only to issue an order for maps before leaving through the doors, a sigh of relief coming out of him when Harold was unable to catch her while at the same time worrying about Harold's frustrated state before being surprised at the disappearance of the archmage from the room. His eyes had been locked on the Queen and did not catch when the Djini had left, nor did he have any clue as to where he could have gone.<br/><br/>"Great," he said with frustration starting to show in his own voice from all that had been building up in the room,<span style="color: #0000FF">"now we have a game of hide and seek on our hands."</span>Bringing himself over to help Harold keep his balance, he thinks about what the two of them should do.<span style="color: #0000FF">"Do you think we should try to seek them out?"</span>