http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9120 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9120)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/7b88f4a76d57f1aab3a579107fc92f70.jpg)</div>Lycoris had known of the cult and its movings for some time, originally from the Royal family's spy masters who had believed that human rabble such as they held no threat for the great, established kingdom of the elves, into which she had been brought at a young age as a foundling and had since been raised by the now aged Knight Captain of the Royal Guard that she might act as guardian and vassal to princess Alinia. Even though she had been given a position of some prestige within the elven country's premier noble house, she was still an outcast here of a different race to the majority.<br/><br/>When the cult had petitioned her to join them she jumped at the opportunity to upset the status quo in favor of her less advanced or "civilised" kin, informing the spy masters that she would act as a mole in their organisation and report their movements, but each nugget of truth was covered in a coating of misinformation, just enough to keep the nobles off their trail, but enough that she wouldn't rouse suspicion until they believed all members of the cell had been captured... when the reality was that all they had were the few martyrs who volunteered themselves to keep the majority active in the shadows, poised to strike when the defences of the kingdom were at their lowest.<br/><br/>It mattered little to Lycoris that the Knight Captain had raised her from a babe, or that Princess Alinia had been good to her when she had been in her service, it was the way that scum like Mikhail<em>looked</em>at her, as though she were something a dog had vomited onto an unattended silk blouse. And so she kept the loving couple unaware, right up to their capture. When Mikhail had ran, the fool had dropped his wedding band, leaving it for the former attendant to retrieve in the confusion of the ambush.