"Felix is a lazy goof, but there's few I trust more." Katherine smiled and nodded.

She looked at the portrait Emmerich unrolled. She could easily pick out a younger Emmerich. But the man next to him...reminded her a bit of herself actually. She recognized some of the features. "So it's....A royal crest that denotes a heir to the throne?" Kathy frowned and leaned in closer to the old man and spoked in a whisper, "Emmerich...that sigil appeared on my thigh last night, but there must be some mistake? I'm just a simple cleric/farm girl. Why would it appear on me?"

For some reason this was scarier to her than those bandits the night before.