Alvon nodded his head, "I understand. It's war... and they aren't quite the saints they would like us to believe either, what with her royal majesty and such." He said, closing his eyes in a soft prayer for the 'late' princess and the rest of the royal family.<br/><br/>The rogue returned with a tythian nobleman's outfit, colored akin to the nation's heraldry, and decorated with all sorts of elegant regalia. "Come on, Ren." The rogue said after tossing the clothes to Rhianna, "Let the girl change."<br/><br/>The boy looked slightly dissapointed, but he was soon led out by his older brother, leaving Alvon, Rhianna, and the corpse alone in the room. "Well, Milady..." The wizard said as he turned away, towards the wall, "If you aren't modeling for me, I guess I'll look away until you need me to cast the spell."