The Princess stared at Monica with eyes; she was filled with a bit of determination. "I know why you've come... But, it not safe to take me yet. It's nice my uncle is reading my letters though."

"Aye. It is nice with Jolly cooperation of people. But we need to get ya on set. Can you take us to where we can get behind the stage?" Monic placed a hand on her hip.

"That I can. But you must be quiet. And you must try to not alert any guards. They've been... unrest today with the killings, and the explosion at the Inari's den, No one survived..." He shook her head. "But... not my time to grieve for my country."

"I'd say. But you'll have to lead girly."
The Princess merely nodded before walking down to a lower floor, to her side was a sheathe for a sword, what looked like knuckle dusters, and a staff of some sort. It looked closer to a mace.