[b]Name:[/b] Gwendolyn
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Elf
[b]Class:[/b] White Mage
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 2? / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] The Fat King's Castle - Great Hall
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Fetzen]

Gwendolyn blushed a bit at Kerylun's words. She hadn't mean that she wanted to gamble their lives, just that their food was more likely poisoned then the royals and they would have to be careful. The elf was about to say as much but then the queen and princess came in and Gwen quickly realized something. [i][color=dodgerblue]"Great. I forgot how proper manners in places like this work. That's definitely putting us in the queen's good books and make this guarding thing go easier."[/color][/i] And by the queen's disdainful look, Gwen saw that her conjecture was correct. The princess, however, seemed more reasonable at least and someone she might even like to get to know better. Though it still was welcome news that this job might not last a week, she'd been thinking in terms of a month long assignment. Now she just needed to try to get into better grace's with the queen, especially since Shama had needed to go so suddenly. The white mage bit her lip as she got up, and turned towards the throne, and deeply curtsied with her head down.

[color=dodgerblue]"Forgive me, your majesty, for my unintentional offense."[/color] Gwen said. [color=dodgerblue]"In my lands, it was considered boorish for guests to stay standing before the host sat down, showing distrust of their host's intentions."[/color] She maintained her pose until the queen would either leave or let her rise. Her elven eyes darted around the room though, looking for any suspicious activity. If the king could really be back so soon, the imposters might decide to act now.