[center] [b][u]GRACE[/u][/b] [/center]

"M-milady..." One of her guards placed a hand on Grace's shoulder, trying to keep her from storming at the group of elves outside of the tavern. 

"That pointy eared slimy little... I told him storming around the city was not okay!" Grace, strong as her words were, was far from angry. Her face was a mask of calm, the only tell of her being angry was the slight furrowing of her brows.Just who did this Elf think he was? Even if he was hired by father, it was her responsibility! Why, if she had had her way... Grace shakes away the thought. Such thoughts were seen as treason, and Grace was not a traitor. With that thought in mind, she storms up to the Elf, Arathion if she remembered correctly, her trio of Guards right behind her. 

"Do you just not listen to a single thing I say Arathion?" she says, annoyance clear in her voice. "I told you, you handle the Resistance, not drunken barfights!" She had hoped she got the elf's name right, for getting it incorrect would no doubt lead to mockery. 

[@DragonofTheWest]