[center][h1][b][u][color=9e0b0f]Rhea Duvalier[/color][/u][/b][/h1]

[b]Interacting With:[/b] Eli [@LordVoldemort], Fei [@Tenma Tendo], Gorou [@Zeroth], Jauna [@Mistiel], Zachary [@Redneckatron], Arin [@Aquanthe], Gaivred [@Kazemitsu], Siran [@Mercurial], Tiu [@Tala Avana], Albus [@Lord Orgasmo], Renvall [@Solace][/center]

[color=gray]With a visible roll of her eyes, Rhea allowed Eli to hug her. The prince was very naive, as he always has been. It bothered her to see that he was still so... trusting of others. Already, there seemed to be some sort of tension building up between the party members, even though most of them chatted idly. It was almost like something was off. Before she could put more pressure behind her words, Eli pulled away from her and stated that he was inviting everyone for breakfast. The crowd flushed after the lord, but Rhea made sure to keep close by in case anything happened. Breakfast before they left? A sigh escaped her. They should have been on the [i]road[/i] already, but Eli didn't seem like he knew how to handle so many people. [color=9e0b0f][i]I can't blame him. Even I can't keep track of so many heads,[/i][/color] the ebon-haired woman thought wistfully. She would have to get someone to help her, at some point.

They reached the mess hall before long, and she was pleased to see that it was already decorated nicely. Servants waited patiently for their mess of a bunch to sit down with him and eat. Of course, Rhea, being Eli's guard, sat closest to the boy. From there, she would make sure that Eli didn't receive any strange looks. Nillonne forgive her if someone got on her bad side already. She sat the straightest she could, her chin lifting up slightly as she scanned the crowd. The bard refused to sit for now, instead beginning to strum his lute as he sang. He was a strange person who spoke a strange language. She knew that such words were Ibionese, but she could not tell what he was saying. Her eyes quickly darted back to Eli for a moment, her lips curling slightly downwards as he went on to speak about questions the party could ask.

Her hands placed themselves upon her lap, her glare once again sweeping the room. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Before Eli answers any of your questions, I believe that I should make my presence evident to you all,"[/b][/color] Rhea began coolly, her expression betraying no emotion except for her severity. [color=9e0b0f][b]"My name is Rhea Duvalier. I am Prince Eli's personal guard and one of his closest advisers. It is a pleasure to be travelling with you all, and I trust that we will complete the journey ahead of us without fault,"[/b][/color] she told them. It was almost a statement instead of a hope or a wish. They [i]will[/i] finish their journey, and Eli [i]will[/i] make it back safely. His life laid depended upon her lance. [/color]