<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/zZRRpKP.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Fields<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tonberry Tavern<br/><strong>With:</strong>Harold, Lynn,<br/><br/>The doors bursting open this late with naught but a child rushing in made Alex raise his eyebrow, but he said nothing as the boy began to speak. He talked to what looked like the innkeeper, and while he said nothing in the messengers youth he did hope the child was paid well enough for new clothes and some food, given his look and demeanor. Before long, Alex felt himself a little uneasy as the silence continued, no one speaking a word for far too long in a tavern. The news of a princess passing was grave news indeed though she was not his leader. Still, he could feel the loss of the people, and wondered just how bad this illness could have been... And why the royals would hide it.<br/><br/>Yet, it was not her death that directly affected him as much as it was the hooded figure, the man making quite the dramatic flourish and exit! There was a few more moments of pause from Alex, but eventually he rose with the others to read the note, curious. Cid had many good points, foul things were going on. And... Foul things meant work. Good work, even. Why not see what he could do? See what must be done. If nothing else, finding out more information would help these people decide if this ruler was still worthy of ruling... Though Alex had strong doubts.<br/><br/>“Ah.” he nodded to Lynn, and the man who looked slightly older who butted in. Well, it wasn’t really butting in if he was offering to go with them in a sense. “Yeah, i’m going. This sounds like trouble and if no one else is gonna go, we may as well throw on some brave faces and get to the bottom of this sordid business. Let’s get going.”