"Has he caused trouble?"
"Not... exactly."
"Then he can wait. These supply wagons can't."
Zorvanna returned to the report, reclining along the broad couch with one powerful leg stretched over its cushions. Her long black hair fell across her bare arm as she turned the page.
"Your Majesty. Please."
The page stopped halfway over.
"He's registered as an adventurer," the younger woman persisted. "And what we've heard since... I'd feel much better if you let me explain."
"We have a Guild for that. Unless you think I should start interviewing every newcomer myself?"
"I'm asking you to hear about this one."
Zorvanna studied her over the report. The assistant held her gaze, though her pink tail had curled tightly around the leg of her chair.
"My, Lysara, you really aren't letting this go."
"No, Your Majesty."
