Augusta had managed to do two things simultaneously.  First, she angered the Royal Guard. Second, she managed to amuse the queen. Still, as they were guided through the halls her vision curiously stayed on the prince. He was a bit more effeminate than she would expect a prince though perhaps his mother's physical appearance as an almost fae like being had some effect on that.  

The woman wanted to ask him some questions but... well, that could wait for now. Sorcha was to talk to them. She settle what small amount of this she had in her room save her recently obtained rapier that she kept at her side. She stood amazed in front of her bed and wanted to fall into it but kept that desire in check. If she did that, there was no real guarantee that she would get back up. 

Rather, she walked with Octavia and went to the rendezvous with Isidore, Leuca and Sorcha. She listened to Sorcha speak, followed by Isidore though she found need to interject. "Lord could also mean a noble below the king on the hierarchy somewhere. Well, not that I know Dwarven culture." She made the assumption that there was indeed a king or queen perhaps but who knew. "Alternatively, there could be other types of factions. Religion, an unruly group wanting change... People wanting to further a specific cause."

Augusta held a pose in obvious thought. "Sorcha, do you perhaps know the factions in the Dwarven stronghold?  And in Gloomhaven?"  She asked, turning to the human woman. "I like to battle with words, personally. And I like to know with who I wage war before I commit to it."  In obvious reference to the incident she caused in the throne room.  "They can make you friends and enemies in the same breath."  She obviously didn't take well to someone targeting Leuca.