"Oh I will arrange a meeting, if anything it should be very entertaining," Molly chuckled slightly before turning her attention back to the Lady Amalthea and patting her hand softly.

	"There is no cure for humanity," Molly said as the Lady Amalthea watched Ser Carver closely and gave him a faint smile. Molly grinned seeing the change in her Ladys expression, it was a rare sight and Amaltheas small smile was heart warming and brilliant as the suns rise cresting over the winter sea. Molly looked over towards Ser Carver.

	"There is nothing righteous here; save her," Molly said as she wrapped an arm around the Lady Amalthea and began to lead her inside the castle.

	"Stables are over there and then you can join me in the main hall, I need to get M'Lady inside. Come on Lady Amalthea, let us get you settled," Molly said as she lead her. 

	Inside the castle was as dreary and forlorn as the outside and then some. It seemed the castle had not been built but merely carved from the cliff side. Sweeping rough arch ways and jagged edges climbed the walls. Spider webs and dust seemed to cover most everything but the floors. 

	Molly took the old worn cloak from around the Lady Amaltheas shoulders and revealed the full length of her gown beneath it. Her bare shoulders held perfect posture and her thin frame was covered in light lilac silk that flowed to the floor. The Lady Amalthea wandered off towards the stairs and began to climb them, with the removal of the cloak her gracefulness seemed to increase; as if the very fabric had been hindering her movements.

	Molly watched her until she was out of sight at the top of the stairs before turning back to Amon and Ser Carver. "I will arrange an audience but I must warn you, hold your tongue before the King. Do not let it get you into trouble."