Zatana could not be furious at the humans for their anger, the dark elves were disliked for good reason, but there was still an uneasy fear that settled into her bones. That had made her lie about being half, though she doubted they would buy it. Still, she was grasping at anything to stave off the mob of angry humans that was a bit more solid than comradery from fellow Royal Guard members and her own words. So it was with some relief that she pulled aside her cloak to allow Prince Leonidas to lay the glowing palm upon her. She hadn't bothered to speak up to explain the assault or to defend her actions. The former had enough people to tell the tale and if he wanted specifics from her own lips? The Prine was quite able to seek her out. If the latter? There was simply no defense to be had. Leonidas was correct, she should have thrown the explosive rather than rely purely on her Shadow Step. Something that had gotten her into trouble more than once in the past. Wincing, Zatana was all too aware of the articulate words that would be used to describe what she had done in detail, when she returned to the Dread Coast. Though she did nod in agreement with his words and shrugged to admit she cared nothing for the scars she had acquired. Silent as ever, and with good reason. The men about her would twist her words if given half the chance, then again that could be the part of her more in tune with drowish culture talking. Listening to Leonadis's speech she leaned against the wall as she pulled herself to her feet. The Prince was eloquent with words, but hatred took more than words to change. 

As assignments were handed out, the drow did look tempted to argue the issue. She was only a bit wounded! She could still hold a bow and wield a knife! There was no reason for her to rest in the keep! Yet the edged comments and glares at her only made her too aware that Royal Guard or no, these men would toss her from the wall if they had half a nerve. Gritting her teeth she had bowed deeply to the Prince and followed his directive, not liking it one bit. It felt like a retreat from those humans, and she hated being shuffled off to 'rest'. Still, she found herself a quiet corner of the Keep that was particularly abandoned and where she could be easily found in any of the Royals or Royal Guard actually were looking for her. There she had retreated with a sewing kit and some other materials to patch up the armor. It wouldn't do to leave her equipment untended. She also took the moments where all was empty and quiet to record the passage from Balthazar's parcel into her grimoire.

Shadows shifted and lengthened, Zatana found herself being briefed by the Prince again, though this time in the war room. The assassin in her noted that Balthazar would be the first she would need to take down before turning her attention to Faira and the Prince. The Duke was the last and arguably the most dangerous as she knew nothing of what he could do. Pushing the thought aside and the various escape routes from the city, Zatana turned her attention to what was at hand. Scouting. It seemed her life was going to be a long series of scouting and information-gathering missions. Not that she minded, she rather enjoyed it! The constant fact though amused the dark elf. Looking over the map carefully, she had pulled away the cowl and mask to see better. Sequestered as they were, and with the fact, the Prince had a drow in his company, she had little reasons for the hindrance. Balthazar would keep his mouth closed, the game they played was larger. Faira could be convinced, most likely. And the Duke? What was one rumor of her beauty against the many other speculations of what lay under the cloaked and cowled features?

Plus, she was curious as to the reactions. Much in the way a cat would when flaunting exactly how much better they were than humans. Studying Balthazar's familiar carefully she couldn't hide her interest. [color=SlateBlue]"Useful."[/color] The compliment was softly spoken as she gently plucked one up carefully studying it. [color=SlateBlue]"If they have more paper around, I presume they are able to record more information?"[/color] Her eyes darted to examine their creator intently. In truth, she did not like having the little creature roaming so near to her grimoire. It was still in code, but Balthazar most likely the most dangerous threat to her mission, besides herself. The old mage having an inkling wasn't so much of a worry as expected. Him having access to her grimoire through this little paper man would be, troublesome. 

Weighing the risks against the necessary, Zatana did have to admit. There was no real threat to the Empire of Man, not from her anyways. If the Prince did succeed the throne, all would be well with how he seemed to perceive things and her grandfather would have no need to worry about having her set up a replacement. Not that Zatana would want to, Prince Leonidas was a benefit by his simple good graces and her mission was information gathering and diverting any possible interference with her grandfather's work. In truth, all the information she had were bits and pieces to a larger picture she kept in her mind and toyed with from time to time. But it was for her grandfather to put together and decide on the course of action. Oh, she had suggested things from time to time, but they were put into her reports. Not her cheat sheet? It seemed the right word for the mess of information ranging from who was sleeping with who, to what merchants were smuggling, to what neighbors were pushing a bit too hard on something or other. Poor Balthazar if he tried to make heads or tails from that! Settling the adorable, little paper fellow on the rim of one long ashen ear, she arched a delicate brow. [color=SlateBlue]"And when should we be expected to return?"[/color] When would they be missed as 'too long'.