Holding the tent flap open for her to enter, the prince followed Sykia inside, giving one last look over his shoulder to make sure the camp was still quiet and no one had seen her transformation. "Two things," he started, shutting the flap of the tent behind him, "First would be the price of your allegiance. I can promise you food, shelter, and enough gold for your hoard to make your ancestors jealous. The second... Getting you into the palace without being seen." His piercing blue eyes lingered on her own green orbs and his face wore an expression of concentrated thought, calculation, "I had originally resigned myself to having to eliminate my little expedition here and smuggle you in on my person, but..." he perked a brow, extending one hand out, palm up, "It seems that will no longer be necessary, so long as you agree to stay in that form until we reach the grounds."