Trevor scratched his head. A visitor? That was strange. He wave his hand irratably at the messanger. And the messenger, used to the King's behavior, silently blending in with the plain wall behind him.<br/><br/>Trevor rose from his throne and wordlessly walked to the door, and scooped the messanger's cloak from the hook on the wall. He looked at Tristan, his brother, who was also the messanger, "I'm going out, lets swap roles until I return." then, he vanished behind the twin doors.<br/><br/>The girl was obviously not from this parts, the way she was attracted and repulsed by certain aspects of the city. Trevor allowd his lips to curve into a smile as he watched her from a bench. The hood was on, but it did not obscure his main features, allowing his thin eyebrows to be in the sunlight. A well-dressed man approached the girl, apparently wanting to sell trinklets, but due to his experiences, Trevor knew that they were overpriced imitations.