Message for you Ma'am (Cecilia)

[Cecelia Riddel]

She gave a small shake of her head.

"If I do, then the streets will run red, instead. I would prefer to find another way, first." Otherwise it would amount to the same thing. She frowned at the thought. It wasn't that she hadn't thought of setting the guards to cull them, but she'd rather not have the territory against her and find herself in a rebellion if she could.

"Remember, they are not simple here. Just...uncultured." Fools.

"Feel free to stop by the kitchens before you go to restock any supplies you need. You're likely to find better quality there than any stalls you come across."

[Arthur Woodson]

He didn't see the problem with the streets running red with blood if that's what it took. The only downside of it that he could gather was that the barbarians of this Kingdom would probably relish it. Even if it was their own blood being spilled.

"Maybe."

He was not convinced in the slightest.

"I think I am okay with what I have. Thank you though, Lady Riddel."

He'd probably catch something if he ate from the kitchens here. Better to be safe and eat anything else, like rotting carcass in the woods. It would likely be cleaner.

[Cecelia Riddel]

She raised a brow at the maybe, though she understood the skepticism. There was hope, signs that some would listen to words, even if she would have to twist things to make them sound like the people of this place thought of it instead of her or their protector. It was part of the game, and she was no longer playing as just a princess. There was more than a household to govern.

"You are most welcome." Straightening, she considered Arthur a moment rather than dismissing him to return with her response.

"Tell me, Arthur. What do you think of this place? You may speak freely." She couldn't be the only one who was horrified.

[Arthur Woodson]

Well if she was going to ask he was going to tell her exactly what he felt.

"It is a festering sore on the landmass that we live on. Everyone here could drown in their own blood and I don't think anyone would find the strength or desire to mourn them or this nightmarish hellscape."

[Cecelia Riddel]

A hand raised to cover her mouth at his frank response, a sound that sounded like she was choking muffled by the extra cover. She'd let him think what he would of it and cleared her throat, letting her hand return to join the other clasped before her and giving the messenger a single nod. It woudln't do to let her thoughts show so strongly to those who offered a service and could report her responses, too. She'd already been too lax.

"Thank you. That will be all, I think. Unless you had some other question for me?"

[Arthur Woodson]

"None that pertains to delivering a message."

[Cecelia Riddel]

"Then safe and swift travels to you." She gave a dismissive nod, but would not sit. Instead, the gaurd woudl step forward and open the door to allow Arthur to be escorted out of the palace.

[Arthur Woodson]

He was all too happy to leave, waiting until he was far from the Castle and town before reaching into his bag to open the letter and read it's contents. His right hand moving to his hip to grip his mask and put it back over his face where it belonged.

The letter and promise of aid would never reach New Carolina.