"Who do you think she is"? Yuit asks.
"Probably some child of a royal house" Qwee replies, still in shock.
As the price on Islas's head gets heavier, she walks to Rish and bows, silencing all the voices.
"Of course, she is going to the association," Qwee says with a laugh.
"What do you mean"? I ask.
"You see them"?
She points at the ten or so blue-robed mages sitting behind Basil and mixed into different royal houses.
"They are great mages of the association, more than likely she will become the future head of all the guilds here in Idris".
"If she marries the Emporer himself she could unite the West in ways unheard of," Qwee says, her politically savvy mind making calculations.
She comes from a merchant family but is well-versed in politics.
"Move it"! the soldier shouts, snapping the children who got there early like us out of their trance.
"Oh gods," Yuit says and closes his eyes.
