<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Viera.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lynn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hawks HQ<br/><strong>With:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was definitely a lot to take in, and Lynn found that her brain just didn't want to dwell on the matter, to really consider the repercussions or ramifications.  It was just...too difficult, too outside her own realm of understanding.  Once more her emotions attempted to just flee, leaving her free of their terrors for the time being.<br/><br/>She was smiling, but she didn't know why.  How could she possibly be smiling?  It didn't make any sense.  Something was missing: that part of her that was supposed to be brave and say something noble.  Instead she just...kept doing other stuff, normal things.  Her body just sped up to hide her brain from really coming to terms with the idea.<br/><br/>The twins mentioned gravy pies, and for whatever reason, her mind focused in on those words.  Tonberry Tavern had some fantastic gravy pies, and it likely wasn't safe for her to ever go there again...<br/><br/>An inkpen and parchment appeared in her hands as she pulled them from...well, where she got them wasn't exactly clear.  Her dress didn't have pockets, and she didn't carry a purse.  Regardless, she wrote out a simple note.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Dear Bertram Biggs:<br/><br/>I won't endanger you by signing this.  You know who it is.<br/><br/>By my accounts, I had enough time saved up for two meals yet.  Since I'm not going to be able to come by, I was wondering if you'd bake up two gravy pies for the bearer of this note.<br/></em></span><br/>She took a deep breath.  Why were goodbyes so difficult?<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I'm okay.  I hope you're okay too.</span></em><br/><br/>She finished it off, put the inkpen back to...wherever she pulled it from, and slid the note to the two twins.  "Give that to the owner of the Tonberry Tavern," she said.  "If he asks after he's read it, it's from Lynn."<br/><br/>Her eyes started to mist over, but she shook her head to clear them.  Now wasn't the time.  Since she'd just had the waffles and ice cream dessert, her tummy wasn't all that hungry either.<br/><br/>Everyone just kept talking about the oncoming darkness.  Without a legitimate heir to the throne, the entire country would be thrown into chaos.  Even when Hume traditions didn't make any sense, they kept people from turning on each other.  Even the violent revolution of the Hawks served chaos in its own unfortunate but necessary way.<br/><br/>None of it actually stopped her from listening, soaking in the information...or at least most of it.  The only thing that snapped her out of the fugue was the realization: "It's a trap."  Her eyes widened.  "The funeral is a trap.  It has to be."<br/><br/>She looked over to the male Viera, wanting to talk to him for a bit...but lacking the courage to try to pull him aside.  Besides, he was busy with the conversation, so how would it look if she left?  "If they killed the princess and dumped her body months ago, the only reason to have the funeral now is because they know we'll attempt to disrupt things and they want to clamp down."<br/><br/>They probably all already knew it; the question was how to use things to their advantage.