[center][color=green][h2]	Pox	[/h2][/color][/center]

[center][h3]Southern Jewel, Kron-Nesis 
Outside the Palace[/h3][/center]

[color=green]"I know what you're thinking."[/color]

Having received the news of his client it was in good form that he introduce himself to her immediately.  Upon signing his paper to join the expedition he had agreed to looking after Princess Azmyn.  She was at that point onward, become his client at the behest of the wishes instated by his Lordship Volk, whom upon hearing the Grand Marshal's call for aid to the Guild's, had contacted Pox directly as he had done twice before when such calls were issued for battle.  Still this was the first time it was for a member of the royal family.  It was doubly important that he get to his duties right away.  If the princess stubbed her toe right now, it would be his fault if it got infected.  This was a matter OF LIFE AND DEATH!

But because his agreement didn't specifically bare the seal of any noble currently living in the palace, his letter of notice and employment wasn't getting him anywhere with the guards at the front gate.  They knew of the Apothecary reputation and they didn't need someone of his ilk disturbing anyone.  Plus the whole problem with keeping the riff raff out.  Still Pox couldn't just give up either.  So there he was, drawing a ruckus at the gate, not merely because he stood out against the bright day, but his mouth... beak was constantly talking.

[color=green]"This is how we work.  We are doctors.  We need to be with our patients, just in case something goes wrong.  We're always available.  What if the unthinkable happened?"[/color]  Pox made a swooning tragedy pose.  [color=green]"What if majesty chokes?  Or gets the Sunspot Flu?  Or even gets a papercut.  Infections are life threatening you know.  It's my job to see that any problem that arises is fixed.  So I need to see... oh oh hold on one sec."[/color]

Pox went from the two scowling guards and went to a woman in a fancy dress with her two vallets.  She nearly shrieked when his face and hat came into you.  [color=green]"Very sorry Madame, are you Princess Azmyn.  Your highness I-"[/color]  He tried even taking off his hat to her as she simply picked up the pace, a flash of fear in her eyes.  He scuttled back.  [color=green]"My apologies, have a good day."[/color]

He then walked right back to the guards.  [color=green]"Princess Azmyn.  I need to speak to her as soon as she is able."[/color]

A pause passed before the guards went for their weapons.  They pushed him back, his babbling and muttering to try to explain his situation falling on deaf ears as they simply used their halbreds to keep shoving him.  "Beat it!" "No seal no deal!  Get out of here freak!"

Pox nearly stumbled back with the weight of his backpack but caught himself just in time to steady himself.  He bristled behind his mask.  [color=green]"Grrr...  If I wasn't so worried about first impressions."[/color]

[@Claw2k11]

And then opportunity arose.  A crowd, soldiers, exotic dress and garb.  Their leader, an elf at a glance, definitely impressive and hard looking was approaching.  Wouldn't work to convince him, but the dark bulk of his retinue.  Their armor.  Hmm, it would take a little prep work but it could work and he had to do this fast.  He went into a pouch and palmed some Halo Dust.  He looked to the guards he talked to and took a deep breath.  [color=green]"Maker watch over me."[/color]  he prayed.

Approaching the guards again, they got in the defense but Pox merely waved his hand in front of his beak and blew, the cloud of sand casting upon them, making them blink and sneeze, and their eyes squint.  When they opened them again, the elf would be on them with his retinue.  They would wave him and his party in with the recognition of his seal but the effects would make it hard for them to keep a straight face, and more importantly, hard to notice say the fact that another had added themselves to the crowd of guards as they walked inside, crouching just behind them.  

It was only those two he had to get passed, he hoped he wouldn't run into anymore trouble but a few more steps, he was through the archway and into the palace courtyard.  He then side stepped the crowd and went to the nearest wall, hoping to not have been noticed.  A moment later he nodded.  Pox made it, the first hurdle.  He tried to stay out of the open, make himself standout as little as possible from now on.  He looked at the palace above and gauged his options.  He couldn't do that trick again as the elf and his retinue had already moved on into the palace.

He slipped in through a servants entrance, walking through like he belonged there, passing gasping servants and confused staff.  He had his letter in his hand, just to show them he was under some kind of official buisness.  The only thing the onlookers could guess at was he was there to make sure there was no diseased wheat or rye which no doubt would make some scary rumors but they would pass.

[@Delta44]

Beyond that, he would be stopped again when actually entering the palace halls.  He was spotted knocking on doors and peaking inside, whispering the Princess' name.  The ones that discovered him were on standby for the Grandmarshal's meeting and they were able to call more to see what the weird intruder was up to.  This time, Pox turned his head to see four scowling faces.

He knew this was an eventuality.  He wiped his apron, adjusted his hat and mask and spoke, his hands as behind his back as he could manage with his chest puffed out. [color=green]"Good day gentlemen.  Might you be so kind as to direct me to her majesty?  The Princess Azymn?  I have been ordered to act as her personal doctor until further notice.  I would like to address my duties as soon as I am able so if you could help me, I would be quite grateful."[/color]  He tried to sound congenial, official.

And then he would be escorted out by sword point, Pox walking with his hands up, not a one of them actually touched the Apothecary as he was moved back out the front door towards the courtyard, his case echoing the halls.  [color=green]"Im under request by Lord Volt!  He hired me at the behest of the Grand Marshal!  Just read my credentials!  I'm to be the Princess' Apothecary!  Come on, it's standard practice I be with my charge!  Don't be-Ouch!  Watch it with those things!" [/color]