<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ppOzMvN.jpg)</div><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Castle, Dark Alley<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Evelyn Mackenzie, the princess of Trissea, entered her chambers after her evening meal and walk through the garden. Though it wasn't her own chambers in Trissea, it was the place that she had learned to call home for the last few years. She sat down on a chair and began to write down her thoughts from the stroll through the garden. Her routine walk through the garden every evening after her meal was a time that she could relax and ponder. She enjoyed the peaceful quiet in the evenings and found it easier to think through the main issues of the world outside the cement walls of the castle. The tensions had been rising in the land, but no one really knew which kingdom would be the first to make a move. This particular evening, she'd had a bit of an epiphany, so she was hastily writing down her thoughts before they escaped her.<br/><br/>She was interrupted by her handmaid, Mary, who approached her with a sealed letter.<strong>"Miss, this letter came for you. The man who delivered it said it was an urgent matter."</strong>Evelyn took the letter and thanked Mary. She then carefully inspected the insignia stamped on the seal. It was a sign she knew well. It was that of her informant. She opened it. Inside a simple poem:<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Where those unclaimed for years remain.<br/>With sick, and lame, and tired.<br/>Where those above to go disdain,<br/>Before the evening sun retired.</em></div><br/>Evenlyn read the poem. It wasn't a very good code, it wasn't even a very good poem. She chuckled. Poetry never had been his strong suit. Evelyn had grown fond of her informant over the last few years and she insisted that their messages be written in rhyme and meter. It was after all, poetry from a man she fancied. She took what she could get. She quickly deciphered where she was to meet the man tonight. She looked out the window, the sun was about to retire. She burned the letter, and grabbed her red cloak and went out into the dusk. As she left the castle's courtyard, she covered her head with the hood, mounted her horse, and rode through the massive city.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at the orphanage for the poor and sick, Evelyn dismounted her horse, and waited. A dark cloaked figure emerged from a shadow,<strong>"Your Highness"</strong>He said quietly, his voice rough but soothing. Evelyn smiled at the man.<strong>"You know,"</strong>She began, rather playfully,<strong>"I still don't know your name."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"My name is of no concern. It is probably safer that you don't know it, anyways."</strong>The man moved closer and continued,<strong>"One of the largest invasion force ever assembled on this continent stands ready outside the borders to this realm. The king demands your instructions."</strong><br/><br/>The princess handed her informant a little card of thick parchment sealed inside an envelope. The man took the little note and exited into the shadows. The princess went inside the orphanage and hospice and went to the lady in charge. She handed her a sack of gold coins,<strong>"From the people of free people of Trissea, a contribution to your cause."</strong>The head nurse thanked the cloaked princess, and the princess departed, heading back to the castle.<br/><br/>The informant before leaving the city checked the card the princess had given him. On the card, scribed in calligraphic capital letters was a single word:<br/><br/><em><strong>'HOLD'</strong></em>