Ophelia was glad to be away from the castle. It had been since Drake had been chosen as her newest bodyguard after the last was found attempting to kidnap the one he guarded. It was quite comical, especially when he found she was no ordinary princess who expected others to rescue her. In fact, before Roman even entered the room, she had him thrown against the wall. She let Roman take it from there, and though there had been some private debate about two new guards. Ophelia and her father argued about it for hours, but she stayed firm, and she also made a new point.

Without Roman, she swore to her father she would leave and never return. Her.mind was a bit hazed, but she still continued on. Drake wasn't far behind her, and soon she heard him speak. "Mi'lady, how long will we be gone?"

"Not very long, hopefully. I need to look into something." She answered. He sighed, his ears perked up and he turned his head as they continued on.

"Mi'lady, stay close. I feel as if we're being followed." He informed her, and she chuckled.

"Followed? Drake, don't be silly. Who would follow us outside the safety of castle walls?" She asked, and Drake shrugged. Not long after they settlement came into site and he could see drunkards walking about, entering the 'secret' pubs. It was hard to be this close to humanity and not feel the hunger. Ophelia, however, told him no drinking from the humans, so he wouldn't.

"What exactly were you wanting to look into?" Drake asked, as they entered the settlement, a few of the men looking at her.

"Someone, more or less. A St. Clare." Ophelia answered. Drake rose a brow as he flanked her right side, and watched her as she spoke. "My father and I used to study human lineage, and these caught our eye, as a prophecy was foretold. But that's a lesson for another day."

Drake rose a brow as they entered one of the pubs, and Ophelia sat at the bar with Drake. "What can I get for you two?" The bar keep asked.

Drake ordered a strong drink, and what Ophelia ordered made him wonder. From what he knew of the princess, he knew she didn't drink alcohol. So, when she ordered and place the drink beside her. He was very confused, but then he watched her lean over as the bar keep returned.

"Is there anyone around here with the last name St. Clare?" She asked, her eyes piercing his, and he nodded.

"She's a bit reclusive. Rumors have been flying around about her." He answered, and she smiled, seeing the look on his face as if he wasn't sure as to why he had told her that.

"Where is she?" She asked, and Drake looked to her ,feeling some eyes on them.

"Ophelia, we have some trouble." He whispered, and she looked to him.

"Don't draw any attention. Roman will be here soon, I am almost certain of it." She said, and Drake nodded, sitting back and letting his instincts take over as Ophelia leaned, intently listening, against the counter.