As the guard continued its long trek towards the aged king on his throne at the far end Janica took the opportunity to let her eyes wander across the hall. She had to suppress a chuckle at the slightly exaggerated depiction in the central window, and another one at the upturned noses mixed with curiosity on the faces of the few courtiers in the hall. She had to admit that her worn traveling leathers were a stark contrast to the clean and expensive dresses worn by the other residents. Almost all of these dresses were rather revealing, something that did not fit everyone putting them on display.  She wondered how one of those would feel on her skin, but in her line of work the usual garb was leather, not silk.<br/><br/>Finally the guard had ended his speech and gestured her to approach. She remembered the script of the show they had implored her to follow, and it that was what it took to get her money so be it. After all, the did not expect her to dance naked in public. So with measured steps, her eyes slightly downcast, she followed the path of her predecessor, until she finally came to a halt a mere three meters away from the king. She considered for a moment if she should really kneel before that old geezer, but then her better judgment took over again, and she lowered herself next to the guard.<br/><br/>Once down she placed her backpack in front of here, opened its latch and reached inward to retrieve the tabled. She lifted it with her outstretched arms towards the king, and echoed the guard's speech. "Your Majesty, hereby I offer you the Si... Fifth Tablet of Sorkanth as a gift of this humble servant of yours and as a miniscule token of appreciation of the great deeds you have done for this kingdom." As she said this she could not help herself but look the king straight in the eyes, and she noticed something in them behind the bored facade, some spark of interest she had seen before, and if she were to guess that interest was not for the tablet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>