The doors open, filling the room once again with light, and in walks Rynn, her flowing gown replaced with riding leathers. Unwilling to leave her side, the guards crowd on either side of the entryway. "Well, well," she purrs, her fingers pulling at her braid. "It would seem my father's offer [i]was[/i] enough to bring people in. I had my doubts."

Her eyes roam over the group, weighing. "I've spent my life behind these walls. There's not a secret in this castle I don't know about. If there is . . . Well, it's well hidden." She plucks an invisible bit of lint from her sleeve. "Which is why I'm surprised that anyone was able to steal from this place, let alone from the vaults."

"I figured now would be the time for questions. I'd rather not waste a moment going over useless information, so tell me what you'd like to know."