The day was still young, just past noon as Evelyn stood at the balcony from her room. From here the entire city could be observed but unfortunately she did not do so for sightseeing. It was clear to Evelyn that things were in motion here that could mean disaster for her country should these conspirators succeed. Overlooking the city she observed the border between the upper class districts of the city and it's middle class. The beautiful architecture of the rich districts surrounded the castle collecting the most beautiful sights at the heart of the city. Despite it's appearance, this was probably the home of the conspirators. The upper class citizens with business influence in the city, it was possible they'd plot with Gregor's heirs to ascend them to the throne in return for favors or possibly titles. What made this theory worse was the potential for a larger scale operation. The aristocrats couldn't attempt this and allow their involvement to be known, the lower classes would be made the scapegoats, the pawns in this game. Whatever equipment or favors needed for this would be provided and performed by the middle class, the backbone of the city and inconspicuous in certain areas. Then there was the lower class, the desperate and naïve. Hoping to gain an an escape from their suffering or a quick way to get rich they'd be the ones doing the deed. It would most likely be one from the slums to be the king slayer. 

All this running through Evelyn's head as she eyed the busy streets of Loringrad. It was after all this that she realized the situation she was in. Here in Loringrad, she'd been reunited with her childhood friend and it was possible she'd have to arrest or even kill her brothers. A feeling of dread came over her as she feared what tonight's meeting would reveal if it were a meeting at all rather than her assassination. 

[color=fff79a][i]I should go find Marco, hopefully what he has to say keeps my mind off of all this. At least for the moment"[/i][/color]

As she headed for her room door, Evelyn stopped to notice her dagger laying on the nightstand. Staring at it from across the room she walked over deciding to bring it with her. Once in the hallway she walked for a few minutes before she began to hear a voice singing in the distance. It was faint but she could hear the words "wretched" and "kingdom", on any other day she might have brushed this off but under current circumstances she went to investigate. 

Coming towards a turn in the hall the captain held the handle of her dagger, ready to use if the singer proved to be what she suspected. As she walked around the corner she was somewhat relieved to find Marco as the vocalist. Letting go of the dagger she spoke, [color=fff79a]"You sing terribly, just so you know. Anyway, you wished to speak with me earlier? What's wrong"[/color]