The Queen carried herself with a dignity and poise that was in sharp contrast with her young-looking face, though, given how elves age, it wasn't surprising. "Of course, Draiss. Right this way, if you would."<br/><br/>She led the way back in, giving quick directions to the servants, on how to prepare a room for their unusually shaped visitor, before they arrived in a dining hall, where the table had clearly been moved aside, just prior to their arrival, to make room for him, though she acted as if this were normal and expected. "My daughter has told me some of the situation, but I would prefer to hear it from you; just how bad is it?"