Rock City Governor's Palace
"So you think this young girl is really Queen Kela of Xiqilelan?" The well-dressed, clean, and handsome young man sat on a fur-covered long chair near the fireplace, with a black pipe in his mouth. With his back to Rote, he gazed at the flames in the fireplace and smiled slightly.
"It's unrealistic to send someone to Xiqilelan to verify now," Rote said slowly, "but two years ago, a caravan brought me a portrait of Kela. She hasn't changed much in appearance since then."
"But what can a just adult girl do? Even if she is the queen of Xiqilelan, even if she has innate magical abilities, however," the young man turned his head to look at Rote, puffed smoke from his pipe, "she's just a young, inexperienced girl. She might not be able to command the Assistant Minister her parents left her."
