This one I have been working on for quite some time. The characters I've been putting together in the past exist in the same realm so to speak, having a history and a place of their own. This is one of the first glimpses into a turning point, where paths intersect. Elle (close right) stands reserved at the rear of the group, not quite willing to be involved directly in the proceedings. The faie queen Lysandra's reputation among her clan elders did not inspire easy confidence. She didn't trust this place, its Queen, or the falsely relaxed menace of the two Bladedancers flanking the throne. Regardless, Elle didn't travel thousands of leagues of treacherous terrain and too many close calls to bear counting just to leave her friends hanging. The wizard insisted it was important they garner this shrewd ruler's aid, and she would not second guess a white wizard in his area of expertise, not without bedrock solid reasons.