[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F2541F]Atkin Bowman[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[/center][hr][center][color=F2541F][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Long Walk[/center][hr]
	Atkin didn't particularly enjoy being designated as the errand boy, but he was the youngest here, and the apprentice. It was something he expected to be made to do. And as far as errands went, it was pretty minor but relatively important. So there was no real reason for him to begrudge being sent away except that he was just in a really bad mood. But this was the kind of situation where if he did grumble, Bryon would wallop him on the back of the head and tell him to stop dragging his arse.

	So that's what he did. Wordlessly, he went over to the bell and gave it a ring. In the meantime he dug up a coin from one of his pockets to pay the rodent when it decided to show up. It may have been a time of crisis, but that probably wasn't going to stop them from demanding payment for the message.

	[color=F2541F]"Speak rattus rattus,"[/color] he commanded when the messenger rat showed up. [color=F2541F]"This message is going to the Port Authority. The ExtraOrdinary Wizard requests a report on the status of the Port Witch Coven's home. What was the outcome of the battle between the Wendron Witches and the Port Witches?"[/color] Short, simple, to the point. He gave the message rat the bit of cash and sent it away to complete its task. He was already fairly certain of the outcome, so the status report wasn't of much interest to him.

	What was of interest was the fact that Luna and Valda had managed to end up right outside the Palace. The Wendron Witches had failed, but did the Young Army actually pull through and do something useful for once? Atkin's ears perked up, and his body language immediately changed. It didn't read like somebody who wanted to sit and skulk for the rest of the night, but of somebody who was about to act, and not a thing was going to stop him.

	[color=F2541F]"I'm going to go outside and check up on them,"[/color] he said, already making his way out of the Long Walk. Atkin's stride was fast, but even he had the mind to not run around through the Palace halls. Well at least not without good reason, which he could reasonably argue he did now, but the Royals were evidently not in mortal peril anymore (Myrus notwithstanding), so he just had to walk as quickly as he could out to the landing.
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	"It was my honor, your Highness," The woman was quick to respond to Luna's thanks. Truth be told, it wouldn't have been her prerogative to try hunting down the princess. When she first saw her disappear at the coronation, she was almost certain that she'd remain missing for quite some time as the Palace tried to track her down and retrieve her. The fact that she had made it back within 12 hours, let alone that she was one of the ones that allowed it to come to past was a miracle.

	But then came the tricky part. The princess asked who she was. Her master would greatly prefer if she had maintained absolutely secrecy in this mission, letting nobody know of her presence, but that had gone out of the window halfway through. But it could also be an issue of how exactly to answer the girl to not accidentally end up disturbing her in her fragile state or giving away more than was absolutely necessary.

	"My name is Anya, your Highness." At the very least, the girl deserved to know her name. Trying to squirm her way out of telling either of these two girls what they wanted likely would not end well. And the last thing anyone would want would be to end up on the personal bad side of the royal family they lived under. In the back of her head it also occurred to her that giving away her name in the presence of a witch, even if she was the new Queen could end up coming to bite her in the rear end, but it was unlikely to ever come into play, she told herself. But they had made it to the Palace landing. All she needed to do now was see them off into the Palace, slip out, and report back with how the mission had gone.