<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ppOzMvN.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Evelyn Mackenzie, Princess of Trissea, Ambassador to the Freeport Realm.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Walking passed the throne room.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Princess of Trissea returned on horseback to the castle, she dismounted and turned over the reigns to the stable boy. Upon exiting the stable, she lowered the hood on her elegant red cloak, and walked briskly into the castle. It was late, but not too late. She didn't think anyone would have missed her absence. She could hear whispering throughout the castle walls. As she walked past the throne room, she took a look inside. It was abuzz with activity. She was certain they must have known about the invasion.  How could they not? It was one of the largest invasion forces in the world according to her source. She had never seen it in person, but she trusted her informant. His information had always been good in the past.<br/><br/>The young princess looked at the players in the throne room. Especially at the Ynisian. She had never seen this man before and wondered what his business in the castle was, she'd be certain to find out another day. Perhaps she'd send a girl to seduce him and find out what secrets hide inside that head of his. She smiled, it was a rather handsome head. He was rugged but regal. Strong, but posh. He had a certain refinement to him. She watched him a few moments longer, then turned and began for her room. After all, it was probably best that she was neither seen nor heard until the time was right.