Augusta smiled at Rullphana before she left. "It's not that I don't wish to know more, but a well sharpened knife cuts meat easier than rusty one, wouldn't you agree?" From there she turned and left with the guard woman huffing behind her.  The woman smirked and looked at the guard.  She used her power to glance a name from her.  

"Yes, it's sad I must leave. But worry not Vallanur, I shall return tomorrow. It should only be a fleeting moment until I return.  I just know how dearly you'll miss me~"  The above ground elf said before walking off, waving goodbye.

But it wasn't much longer before Octavia started to act weird. Even without her eye she could tell something was really weird. Rampage, huh?  Well, that could prove to be a problem.  "Now then... How to rectify this problem..." The woman spoke to herself.  Of course, she had no money. Another problem to compound on it. She pondered on it for a bit.  She went through options in her head. People? Obviously not. In fact, she was slightly worried that thought popped in her head.  The mushrooms around this place? Potential problems with that on multiple levels. A favor from the Queen?  Perhaps she could ask the Queen. That prospect was possibly the most frightening yet... realistic option.  As far as preparing a lot of food. 

She ushered Octavia along and approached the Throne Room again.  She mustered her courage before showing her face to the guards. They probably disliked her for her attitude earlier and that was all thr more reason not to back down.  She didn't want the to look down on her for a weak personality that stepped back from a hostile glance.

"Greetings, I wish to have an audience with Her Majesty."  She told the guard at the front of the door leading into the room.  He let her in, though he hid his emotions well. She couldn't exactly tell what he thought of her.

As she entered the room, she took to walking towards the throne and at a certain distance, she stopped and gave the Queen a curtsy. "Greetings, Your Majesty.  It pleases me to see you once again."  The woman held her curtsy as she said that and returned to a normal stance with one hand cupped over the other in front of her after.  She looked the Queen in the eyes though refused to use her power.  Whenever she used it on these powerful beings, she would get this body-wracking headache and Augusta did not wish to feel that again.

"I came to request a favor, or perhaps a trade of something, though I have little to offer but my limited skills and an able body."  Augusta said, giving the Queen a small wink for emphasis.  Assistance to feed a seemingly ever hungry dog.  She wondered what price she would have to pay for such a thing.  "Of course, I assume you already know what favor I would ask?"  She couldn't help but be a little cheeky in the situation."