Getting into fights at school, sure, maybe not the best skill to have transfer over, but it could come in useful. At least it showed that the princess wasn’t going to just let someone push her aside. Then again, Balthazar didn’t exactly know the context of the fight, for all he knew it could have been some bratty cat fight and that would get them nowhere.<br/><br/>Her laughing did nothing to prove a point to the advisor. Standing, though it didn’t do much of a difference height wise, Balthazar crossed his arms as he regarded the girl.<br/><br/>“With an attitude like that I’m not surprised your ‘parents’ didn’t treat you like royalty. You’d be getting worse than a stern look if the queen ever heard you.” The faun huffed. Sure, he could take the snark, the sarcasm, and even the insults, but one had better expect to get it right back. “Wouldn’t have been surprised if she had you out cleaning the stables and mistaken for a common stable boy!”<br/><br/>As Kate walked passed and up the stairs, Balthazar turned to her guardians.<br/><br/>“I bet her and her uncle could have an argument loud enough to shake the mountains and have the whole realm up in arms. Geez she’s a snappy one.” Just like her mother had been before her.<br/><br/>The trio waited silently around the table, maybe hoping Kate would venture back down on her own, but when she didn’t, Balthazar began to rummage through his bag. Pulling out a medium sized object wrapped in cloth, he carefully placed in on the table.<br/><br/>“When she comes down, or maybe one of you wants to go see her first, give her this.” The faun flipped the cloth back to expose the iridescent surface of a dragon scale. “It’s the only one we got left, so take care of it. Should be enough to convince her.”<br/><br/>That said, Balthazar bid the pair farewell and once more disappeared into the streets of the city. One second he was there, the next he was gone.