[h3]Her (Deposed) Majesty, Gwendolyn Ashworth III - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil[/h3]

Yggdrasil, was home to plenty of weird sites, what with it hosting an agency sworn to guarding various laws of somewhere in the Multiverse. It was here where Gwendolyn Ashworth was sitting on-top of the shoulders of Sir Garret, a bulky humanoid robot, with shield attached to his back, and his sword hooked onto his right side. This time, the shield was not hooked the lower levels of the skirt. The frills of her dress were pressed against the back of the machine's head-plate, as Gwendolyn kicked her heeled feet back and forth.
 
"Attwatter." The Queen spoke up in a soft voice as she tilted her head to the right as she glanced at her knight, a gaunt man with a newly graying beard, and fairly lengthy hair. He stared at her directly in the eyes, even though she was on the shoulders of her robotic knight. [color=007236]"Yes your Majesty?"[/color] She smiled at him as she wagged her finger. "What is the status on our coffers?" Sir Attwatter glanced down at his boots, and adjusted his bandoleer full of syringes of a variety of different liquids and compounds. After a brief check he returned his glance back at his Queen. [color=007236]"W-well you see Your Majesty."[/color] He spoke up timidly,[color=007236] "The majority of your personal funds wer-"[/color]
 
She raised up her right hand as she glanced down at him, "I am aware of the status of my funding. I was speaking of the card coffer." Sir Attwatter blinked as he spoke up again, "Well, the funds there are still availab-" She clapped her hands and gave a smile to Attwatter. "Delightful. I'll need to be more frugal in maintaining our coffers, but must appear lavish to attract [i]needed[/i] recruits. Though of course, without even a most basic compound within the sector to call my own." Gwendolyn puffed out her cheeks and frowned. "Attracting promising people will be most difficul-" She paused as she noticed a grumbling in her tummy.
 
Sir Garret spoke up,[color=ec008c] "Statement: Your Majesty appears to be lacking in essential nourishment. Our co-ordinates are near an establishment of serving nutrients. Suggestion: We head over there."[/color] Attwatter gave a meager nod, [color=007236]"As long as it is affordable, as we must make sure our Majesty has the necessary resources."[/color]
 
Sir MacCabe scratched at the tip of his pompadour, before reaching back and giving a quick tap to his rocket launcher. [color=a0410d]"If'n ya don't mind Your Majesty, I again ask why yer on-top of ol' Clunker there."[/color] Gwendolyn glanced to her left and looked down at Sir MacCabe, before giving a cat-like grin. "Well, I do not have a litter, and my feet grew tired. You wouldn't want your Queen fall down and get scraped up would you?"
 
MacCabe simply accepted it with a nod. [color=a0410d]" "No Your Majesty, no we wouldn't. Itchin' fer blastan though."[/color] She glanced down and gave a nod, "I'm sure you are. But I need to work on the plan to regain what belongs to me, before we go in guns blazing." Gwendolyn glanced down at Garret and poked his metal head. "Now could you take me to the Restraunt?" Sir Garret marched towards the restaurant as the other knights followed suit. [color=ec008c]"Affirmative."[/color]