Seshra

When the food is served, Seshra enjoys the meal thoroghly, primly picking through bite after bite. "Mmmmm tasty indeed...I really hate being right all the time. If the food is this good, whatever the Court has in store for us must be truly tasteless."

A fleeting thought flits through her mind, It would be a grand joke to declare myself the note-writer....Her Majesty Seshra has summoned you all, you are behind on your taxes, you ****s, give me your coin pouches and flee my royal presence....scratch that, OUR royal presence! HA! She quickly dismisses the idea, but a pleasant grin spreads across her face none-the-less. A fine prank indeed....bow! bow you turds! HA!