She paused a moment, her brow furrowing.  She was entirely glad that her brother had been born after her.  Even she could see that he was unfit to rule, but their father - always busy with this matter or that within the kingdom - hadn't yet seen it.  The boy had been cruel, and the man even more so.  He'd gotten none of their mother's concern for the people, nor her willingness to do whatever might be necessary to see that the kingdom, and the people in it, survived whatever fate had dealt them.<br/><br/>Shaking herself out of her reveries, she moved carefully through the remains of the ancient outer chamber, making her way into the central room.  Something was telling her that all she needed to do was pray to her goddess here, and that she would have the answers she sought, and find the way to protect her people from the scourge of demons and undead.  She still felt slightly nervous about leaving Athenril outside, but the instructions had been quite clear.<br/><br/>"Goddess protect and watch over me," she mumbled softly, moving toward the far end of the large room, her footsteps echoing slightly when her booted feet found a flagstone still intact against the ravages of time.