Faeya looked into the eyes of every man in the room with a determined expression, her cheeks turned slightly pink at the mention of her looks."I did not travel into the Dark Kingdom, trade a dear item of mine for a cloak, steal from an innocent man just to be told that my best friend and princess is 'okay'; and I certainly did not come to be told I am okay to look at." She sighed. "Men are all the same" she mumbled to herself. "I came to see her! Do what you want to me. Kill me, beat me, enslave me, but allow me to be with my friend." She stayed silent for a moment as she looked around at all the men in the room. "The second in command would know. He would surely do the same."