As Aurora and Morevek begin sparring, one of the squires you know recognize as Irabeth's page arrives. He looks about just a little before deciding on Waylan as the best recipient for his message. He approaches and bows respectfully, before hurriedly relaying: "Mistress Irabeth would like to see you... all, when you are soonest fit and able." He bows again, clearly distracted by the spectacle of swordsmanship taking place in the small arena.

Indeed, more than a few crusaders and soldiers have paused their own exercises or conversations to watch, as the oddly similar warriors display their skill. More than a few times, Morevek evades a blow that it seems he shouldn't have been able to dodge, and Aurora's strength of arm is on full display as she turns aside flurry after flurry. After several minutes, the pair are thoroughly fatigued, beaming champions- both having scored a few blows, but neither being forced to concede. A small round of applause fills the space as the sparring comes to an end, and Waylan spreads the news. Thanks to Elrembriel's magics, the two don't smell like they've just had the exercise of their lives when you arrive in Irabeth's sitting room.

Inside, Queen Galfrey waits, once more surrounded by the advisors and aides you've long since come to recognize. Grace in particular is afforded a subtle nod, though the queen allows context and reputation to be their own introduction.

Once you are seated, she looks at each face in turn, seeming to measure the concerns she finds therein. "Well, heroes? Do we venture on?"

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