After being granted access to the palace, Elias walks into the main hall. Upon catching the eye of a guard, he waves to him. Elias flashes the royal seal, still somehow pristine despite the rather wrinkled envelop it's on. 
"[color=cce5ff]I might ask that you take me to the Heir, sir.[/color]"
The guard nods, and begins leading him further into the castle. Elias begins lowly humming a tune, hoping for the Heir's sharp senses to be able to pick up on it. 

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Faust frowns deeply, dismissing the messenger. She reviews the casualty report a third time before folding the sheet with a sigh and opening the newly-proposed deal. Her eyes widen.
[i]"[color=ddc1da]A peace treaty? I've got to find Angel.[/color]"[/i]
Slipping the documents back into the envelope, she sets off at a quick pace, looking for her sister.