Payton sat a table in the Great Hall, having changed out of her armor and switched into a more loose fitting git up. A beige tunic, accompanied by loose light brown pant, along with cloth sandals. She sipped from a wine glass, no one sitting near her as she had made it a clear point to sit away from everyone else. Her eyes stared straight ahead, glazed over in the clarity of pure thought. Things warped in her head as she thought about what had happened, and what this all meant. She took a long swig from the glass of wine, her cheeks already rosy red from drinking too much of the beverage. Although she was her fair share of tipsy, she was thinking somewhat clearly. A trait she always loved about herself. No matter what her state was, she was always able to think with a clear head. She had already set her own plans in motion. Kol sat outside the Palace, securing transit for Payton if the need arose. But if it was up to Payton, she would not leave the Palace, or Keilaudrin, until she accomplished her goals, and found out the meaning behind the storm that was happening.