[center][u][h1]A Queen's Morning[/h1][/u][/center]

[center][h2]A Scalethein Empire Post, Spring 500 A.E.[/h2][/center]
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[b]Character:[/b] Queen Lia
[b]Location:[/b] The Scale Home Royal Palaces, Queen's Quarters

It was a brisk morning, though few in Scale Home would be aware, due to the city's subterranean nature. The Queen herself was just awaking, dressing herself in a simple gown and looking out the window into the city.
Gazing over the fire lit city below the Queen smiled. It was her city, her people. She would lead them into glory, like her mothers before her. However she would do better. Yes, the Queen mused. She would become the greatest Queen of Scale Home, and lead the empire into a glorious age for Kobold kind.

But first, a knock on her door. "Come in." Lia half muttered, still fighting off the tired that bit at the ends of her mind.
Stepping in would be her loyal bodyguard Warren. The Cobold stepped into the room, adorned in his armor and with a ever grim look upon his face. Lia hated the term Cobold, not that she had any issue with those it meant, but the mere fact of the matter was that it was said the same way as Kobold, which made talking about the two peoples separately impossible. Perhaps that was the point Lia caught herself thinking, and noted to find out who coined the term Cobold later.
But alas, Warren was waiting her permission to speak.

"What is it?" The queen asked, to which the large male replied, "Issues down south my Queen. Some people have gone missing. Most recently a group of settlers led by some Cobold calling himself Frer the Bloody disappeared entirely." "Sorry Warren, did you say Kobold or Cobold?"
The old male sighed, before waving a hand in front of himself, indicating one of his own. "Ah, continue." Lia ordered. "Yes my Queen. This Frer person was due to settle the area's north of the Promethea ruins, but all communication with his group ceased a week ago. I fear that it may be Bet Aybar, or perhaps organized bandits working under one leader. No mere brigands would have completely destroyed Frer and his group."

The Queen thought. If it was just bandits it would be easy to send forth a legion or two and be rid of them, but if another nation was to blame, then it would require more precise movements. Or perhaps it was neither, but if not Bet Aybar or bandits then...
"Shall we send a legion my Queen?" Warren asked. Ever a warrior Lia mused before replying, "No. We cannot risk a war because a Cobold felt insulted by a human. How about... Inform the populace that I wish to have several pieces for my own collection of old master artifacts. Tell them that any such pieces will be paid for handsomely." "My Queen, I didn't realize you were fond of Promethean history and art." The Cobold said, to which the Queen answered, "I'm not. You think I give a care about some dead ape's idea of beauty? No. But this way we can send a legion that will pay for itself, not cause an incident if they engage in combat, and when they undoubtedly flee back will report everything they see. Now leave me, see that the message is sent."

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"Yes my Queen." Warren said as he excused himself. The Queen was a strange, and perhaps even devious, but Warren was in no position to question her orders. He could still doubt them however.
A Queen should be noble, and up-front Warren thought to himself, not resorting to, whatever this was. If she felt she needed more information she should send scouts, surely they, upon their goats, would be faster and more efficient than peasants.

"By Zee..." The Cobold muttered to himself quietly as he stepped out of the palace. He would need a way to post the message across the city. Paper would work, write it upon paper and post it on various surfaces where people would pass often.
Making his way to the best place to get a great deal of paper Warren stepped into the Hall of Records. After speaking with a scribe Warren soon had a massive stack of papers. Writing the message out on all of them, and then nailing them into walls across the entire city, would be time consuming. The Cobold would waste no time, and returned to his home to begin the task.