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Freya listened intently to the King of Wands and the Fool, from her own experiences and perspective she wasn't entirely convinced that anger and volatility could be useful tools. She had spent so long living under a veneer of calm she had almost forgotten how anger felt, bitter and numb she imagined, like a stiff drink.

The Fool spoke of another world, of heroism and kingdoms in the balance, this stirred up a longing in Freya she didn't know existed. Finally she could use her powers for something other than meaningless pleasantries and vacuous social gatherings. She could be useful, she might even find some answers about what happened to her parents.

Once again she took stock of her group. Y'nev, unquestionably a warrior through and through, she seemed dependable and honourable, traits they would need they were going. The young girl from Coins had not spoken much but she seemed earnest and bright. And Servius...unpredictable, a hothead but she couldn't help but admire his passion and strength, it wasn't a warrior's strength, it was something different, forged through hardship she suspected. And then there was her; socialite, ice princess, blue blood, it was now or never.

She looked at King Yoren, bristling with authority and power, he had heeded the Fool's words intently and was looking at her impatiently. "Miss Adis, your answer please."

She breathed in deeply, and addressed her companions "I believe the time for discussion has passed, and the time for action has begun. I'm willing to place my trust in all of you and I hope you can do the same. There is plenty of time to get to know each other better on the long journey ahead, for now let us advance to the mission at hand."

She turned to the Fool and bowed her head, "I'm ready, do what you must"