<strong>P'Tulla</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i55.tinypic.com/2yn2tsx.jpg)</div>P’Tulla followed the King through the corridors she had grown up in. It had been a shock to the young P’Tulla after she had first arrived. It had been nothing like the mud-and-wood huts she had grown up in back in Draegis. Still, she had grown accustomed to the building as well of the people, learning the language pretty quickly – even though she scarcely spoke - and had found her place amongst the king’s large entourage. She owed her current position mostly to her skill with a sword. From the age of 16, she was a better warrior than any of the boys she trained alongside. By the time she turned 18, only a handful of the King’s guard could give her a real match in the training arena. Eventually she had bested them all, and was given the honor to become the King’s bodyguard and First Sword.<br/><br/>With each victory, she and Ignis honored their King as well as her heritage in Draegis. Her mind lingered briefly at thoughts of her youth. Eventually they arrived at the King’s quarters, high up in the palace. As the King’s personal guard, she had been up there many times before, as had Olivia. P’Tulla lingered by the entrance, half standing guard and half following what was to be said between the King and Olivia.<br/><br/>