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[color=darkviolet][u][b]	P A L A C E  H A L L S      					[/b][/u][/color]
[color=darkviolet][u][b]	S O U T H E R N  J E W E L      				[/b][/u][/color]
[color=darkviolet][u][b]	K R O N - N E S I S      						[/b][/u][/color]

Maryvale had to rely on the princess to direct her to the armory, much to her displeasure. She wished she could be the one leading the charge but, Gods above, her memory was beyond terrible. Lenius had never taught her much outside of being a bodyguard. And yet, retainer or no, she knew she had to do something about her own weaknesses. One of these days she would shame her princess, and that was something Maryvale didn't want to do. 
It was quite clear to Azymn what Maryvale was thinking, and the Marble Princess could only offer a comforting smile, which did help put her heart at ease. [color=lightskyblue]"You're fine the way you are now, Maryvale. You're more than capable as a warrior, and we [i]are[/i] making progress in your learning, are we not?"[/color]
Maryvale nodded.
[color=lightskyblue]"It will take time, just like how you learned to master your strength. However, that time will come, and during which you will improve. There's no need to worry."[/color]

They continued traversing the palace hallways in silence, for the most part. The armory was close by now, near the entrance to the palace itself, so it was a fair distance from the princess' room. Yet before they could arrive, a familiar voice came to greet the two. 
As well as the entirety of his guard, it would seem. 
The princess gave a short bow of courtship, and Maryvale a soldier's bow. [color=lightskyblue]"Sir Myriavin, it is a pleasure indeed."[/color] She, too, returned the polite smile. Maryvale gave a short chuckle at his challenge, however refrained from speaking at the moment. [color=lightskyblue]"We are headed to the armory as of this moment, and will be meeting with the Grand Marshal immediately after. Come, walk with us."[/color]

[color=darkviolet]"I wasn't allowed to use my magic, Sir. Marcus makes for a formidable foe, with or without his powers."[/color] Explained the Dark Knight, as she followed her princess closely, Illyarion presumably in tow. The armory was directly across from them now, the entrance right beside them. Maryvale noted the wails of a man -- presumably a peasant -- stating he had business with the princess, though didn't take as much note of it as Azymn did. Swiftly, the Marble Princess changed course towards the entrance of the palace, where a man, apparently a witch doctor, was being forcefully removed from palace grounds. She quite clearly saw the note in his hand, and fully redirected their course, at least for the moment. 

[color=lightskyblue]"Guards, halt!"[/color] Her tone, authoritative yet sweet, carried with it the presence one would expect of the upper class - risen words, as opposed to voice. It was a common saying Azymn liked to say, and often used it help those unable to speak their mind. [color=lightskyblue]"I have been informed by my father himself that I would be having a doctor of high esteem as part of my retinue. I thought that a man, no matter his odd disposition, would be at least granted an audience with me, given that his letter of entitlement is, in fact, legitimate."[/color] 
Maryvale took a few steps forward to retrieve the letter from the witch doctor, giving nothing but a wary glance at both the doctor and guards. She passed it to Azymn, who then read the note aloud.