Blitz followed closely behind Sir Elric as they made their way into the Hollow Hall. His expression was one of somber curiosity. Sir Elric never in the mood for jokes or shenanigans seemed fouler than usual. When he saw many fairies already within the hall and some arriving he nibbled on his bottom lip slightly.

What could all this mean?

He could see faces he knew, some he disliked, and even some of interest.

Blitz attention however focused in on the queen. She was not here usual bright and cheerful self. She almost seemed worn thin. Like butter scraped over to much toast. 

He frowned as she spoke, and the frown deepened as she finished. This sounded an awful lot like responsibility. 

It was a word he hated. Even if he could not spell it.

Yet Blitz had always liked the queen so maybe he could stomach the notion depending on what she said next.