"Thank you very much, I'll make sure this goes to the right person." Payton said, with a smile, as she took the letter and parcel, placing in under her arm. After a relatively quick nod, Payton began her way to the Palace. As she did so, she slid the small letter into the inside of her armor, through her neck. It was uncomfortable to place it there, but thankfully it was a small letter. As she made it to the Palace, she noticed that a red grime was on the bottom of the box. She carefully lifted the box up for a moment, examining the bottom of the package. It was blood. It looked fairly old, though. As she examined the box, a plan started to unravel in Payton's twisted skull. Payton started her own way to the part of the courtyard where the feast would be taking place. As she did so, she slowly unbuckled her belt. When she did so, she took the belt, along with her scabbard and sword, into her other hand. After a bit of walking, Payton eventually rounded the corner of the Palace, coming unto the feasting grounds. From what Payton could see, there was already a stand off occurring, between what appeared to be a knight of the King, and two other people. Payton dutifully found the Order knight closest to her, not currently caught up in the action, and handed her sword, belt, and scabbard to him, holding a beaming smile as she did so. After she had concluded that, she made her way to what was obviously the gift table. There predicament was occurring at the gift table, but Payton would be able to sneak around it, without being thought of as being suspicious. Payton went to the edge of the gift table, and carefully placed the parcel in between to other gifts.