[centre][h1][color=chocolate]Marcus[/color][/h1][/centre]
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Feeling someone's gaze on him, Marcus glanced around nervously but he was unable to find who was looking at him. He adjusted his cloak so it would cover more of his face but resolved to stay where he was. There was no doubt that the spriggan would soon be back and if he returned to give the order to leave the docks, then the navy wouldn't hesitate to immediately capture the crew, seeing that they clearly noticed its unusual design. For once he wished that instead of repairing the old ship every time something broke, they would get a new one that looked less out of place. Next time they visited a town, Marcus would certainly suggest doing so.

All he needed was a distraction long enough to at least inform the crew of the development. That way they could at least be prepared to fight or,if possible, bluff their way out.  Clutching his weapon closer to his body, he observed the royal ships slowly depart from where they previously floated peacefully. The only positive thing about the whole ordeal was that none of the cannons seemed to be in use- they weren't planning on engaging with the crew just yet.

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[centre][h1][color=mediumspringgreen]Jane[/color][/h1][/centre]

Jane didn't expect anyone else to be awake at this hour-but the prince's booming voice clearly proved her otherwise. She groaned internally- the queen was certainly going to be annoyed at breakfast. On the other hand, this meant that something would be done about the situation and the strange man. Feeling somewhat generous, she didn't intercept the guard delivering the message, after all, he was the one instructed to inform the King, meaning that he would be able to handle the encounter. Heading down into the servants' quarters, Jane decided to 'kindly' warn the cooks-  she could always use a favour or two. 

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[centre][h1][color=gold]Head Guard Val[/color][/h1][/centre]
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A young man approached Val, a short while after he sent out the guard with the message, informing him of who was coming instead. At once he felt himself growing more anxious. Of course on the one day when a level head was needed to deal with something as delicate as politics and law, Prince Tol would be the one in charge. He quietly prayed that the prince wouldn't do anything too harsh. Sending the man back to the village, he ordered his guards to spread out. Val didn't need any of his best guards getting injured for no reason. As he fiddled with the handle of his sword, the guard prepared himself to face Tol.