The sun was just above the horizon when the door stemming from the main chamber to the throne room in Stradonia opened. A young man, with his pale skin and light clothing looked to each of his guards before giving a very stiff walk towards the throne itself. Sitting down, he looked around for a moment. All was silent before her finally let out a sigh and sat up a bit.
"Where is mekkah?" He spoke in a rather dull voice. 
As soon as  he spoke, the guards seemed to tense a bit, clearly worried for their sake. After a few while one of the guards, a small blue cape on him as he knelt. Kanaan waved his hand and shook his head at the man, and he stood. The knight then spoke.
"Mehhak decided to venture into the city, sir. I think that she may be at the tavern again"

Cheers from inside the tavern where heard as a small woman spun and lept from table to table. She was smiling and dancing and held a large mug of honey ale. Tossing a sack to the bartender she was given cheers as she shouted. "Another round for everyone!" and lept to a new table, sitting with the person on the booth. 
"Well, hello there, how're you liking the display?"