The next few days were wearing the General down. It was one thing to patrol the walls waiting for an attack, but to wait on a person for days was a new kind of patience. The Queen was doing nothing of importance most of the time, and he grew frustrated and bored. She seemed to be growing frustrated as well, as he always had his two cents for how she could be safer. At least he assumed she was frustrated; she was very difficult to read, always keeping her emotions under control.<br/><br/>It was The Day of Eathrean, a holiday amongst Eathra. Morning worship was coming to an end, and as the masses poured out of the temple, the General was watching the crowd carefully, while the kings guard and his wolf soldiers cleared a path for the Queen and her handmaiden. It was snowing lightly today with flakes the size of cotton balls. It was making it difficult to move around the city, but the fire throwers were melting the snow at a good pace.<br/><br/>As the Queen approached the General he asked, "where to now your Highness? There are festivities on the streets, and the gladiatorial games are beginning at the arena."