<div class="floatright"><em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">For:<br/>(http://www.angelickitten.com/gal/avatar/abigail.jpg)<br/>Abigail<br/>Elysia<br/>Reinhardt</span></strong></em></div>"Stephen milady.", the young lad answers with a courtly bow, "At your pleasure."<br/><br/>He comments as he waits for Abigail to settle her things.  Fed and clean, she felt much better about things.  A nights rest might have been about the only thing she might have been left wanting, but really, you cant have everything, and often those of the Misty Valley, were well practiced with making do with what they did have.<br/><br/>Abigail was led through the Civil Service sector, where much of the Castle's business was actually conducted.  It was walled off, and carefully moderated by the Inquisition to make certain that only those that should be here were allowed through.  There was a gate that separated the Civil area from the Park.  Two men at arms stood there to check papers and allow them passage through.  Stephen leads you through presenting his papers, and nodding to Abigail, to indicate that she is her charge, and in his care to guide to the audience.  They give Abigail a curious look but let her through.<br/><br/>It was still early in the season, so the grass was still budding and the vines while green, had not started to green properly.  There were a few tulips in bloom for coloring but much of the garden were slow to greeting Sol's return to the skies.  Stephen guides Abigail to a secluded part of the garden, against the ivy covered stones of the Keep, and walled off by hedges, that were still in the process of greening it felt like an audience room.  Queen Edenburgh, otherwise known simply as Adhafera to you in simpler times, sat on a bench reading.  As you arrive, she holds up a single finger to pause your progress and finishes reading the passage she was reading before bookmarking it and closing it.  Placing the book to rest on her lap she nods to Stephen.  She wasn't dressed in court clothing, if anything she seemed to be dressed for adventure.  One might call it ... armor, if not for the careful effort that went into crafting the leathers to be pleasing to the eye, with careful dyes, and clever stitches.  She was unarmed, except for a belted dagger at her waist.<br/><div class="floatright"><em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">(http://rpol.creativelass.net/fh19031.jpg)<br/>Queen Adhafera</span></strong></em></div>"That will be all Stephen.", she nods to your guide and waits for him to leave before moving a few inches to her right and patting the bench with her left hand to call you forward to sit.  She looks a little perplexed.<br/><br/>"Well met Champion Reinhardt?", she states formally.  She tilts her head slightly regarding Abigail with a thoughtful look as if she were looking for something or judging her.<br/><br/><br/>