The Murmuring Crone was a hunched woman, clad in a tattered burlap robe, walking with great difficulty and leaning on a cane that resembled an enlarged human leg bone.
It rattled with various decorations: pouches of spices, skulls, bells, leather wraps, and so on.
Carrying such a heavy cane around was incongruent with her frail old woman persona; even a normal adult male would find it challenging to bear.
Though there was no peculiar smell about her, the moment Rania caught sight of the Murmuring Crone, she couldn't help but slightly wrinkle her nose. She knew her action wasn't exactly polite, but this was her first time encountering such an "inappropriately dressed" visitor.
Long before this, anyone who wished to meet the Queen or the Princess had to undergo extensive noble etiquette training.
Don't worry too much about those things, you no longer have a choice, Rania told herself internally.
