One of the only other people in the room was a rather androgynous-looking woman, who had been there before anyone else, sat down with two guards at either side of her. Judging by the sheepish look on her face every time they stared her down, the guards and her weren't exactly friendly. She looked quite young, with a bright face and large eyes rimmed by long lashes. It was clear the woman was uncomfortable with being so...<em>visible</em>. Her hair was black and quite shaggy, but was mostly brushed out of her face. The cloak she wore had a hood, but every time she even seemed to think about pulling it over her head the guards intensified their glare.<br/><br/>Making sure her movements were slow, at one point she reached up to gently scratch her nose. The manacles around her wrists jangled. She'd been assured that once she'd been briefed, they'd come off. But they wanted to make sure she at least didn't have a chance to bolt before the meeting had even started.<br/><br/>She looked too young, too cheerful to be any sort of criminal. And yet the manacles were there, as were two members of the King's Guard.<br/><br/>Rose just tried to keep calm and quiet as she waited for the others to show, offering a grin to the robed woman who entered.