Rynn watches with narrowed eyes as the group pokes through the vaults. Some go their separate ways, her guards informing her it was to retrieve supplies for the trip. She supposes she doesn't mind that too much, though she should have said something about the small packs being prepared for them. The servants had probably already finished and left them at the gate. Then again, a few meager scraps wouldn't be enough if they hadn't already eaten. She needs them sharp.

"Bodies? No. Missing family . . .? Well, he's not a second cousin, but he has been gone for quite some time." She rolls her head. "Callin always was a studious one. He much prefers the pursuit of knowledge to running a kingdom." Rynn snorts and toys with the end of her braid. "Not that I blame him. Why waste his time in such a dirty, decrepit place when he could see the world?" She shrugged. "But I couldn't imagine leaving father and mother. They're much too old to have another heir."