I'm Sorry, But the King You're Looking For is....

[Miranda Frost]

It wasn't long before they had reached landfall, their craft cruising from the red and orange lights below over the white ashes that surrounded the blackened castle. Miranda stood and breathed. Two red-shell guards had taken over their green-shelled comrades in guarding the rust-less gates. They seemed a little more hardy than before, tougher if only slightly. Of course it could be the colors they wore upon their backs.

Miranda stood after a long day and turned towards the guardrail of the skiff. Her muscles ached. She hadn't seen this much action in sometime. It was wonderful but there was so much a lady like herself could take in one day. She was tired, hungry, and thirsty. She wondered if her companions were to. She smiled internally and looked over between Colonel and Zack.

Zack still had that stupid grin plastered on his face as if getting us here was his biggest achievement. He was carefree and kind yet he fought with the might of a thousand gladiators. He knew when to swing his sword and when not to.
Colonel however, had an aura of inhuman calmness about him. She didnt know much about him: how he fought, how he ate, drank, and be merry. He was a bit of a mystery to her.

Drake however came off as a nervous wreck. Social activity didn't seem like something he was good at, judging by his long rambling after his awkward appearance. Of course that could have just been a hard time to follow up with an introduction. With that she sympathised. The guy obviously knew how to fight despite missing an arm, which really wasn't uncommon back home. If he fought as good as he looked, he probably could hold his liquor as well.
If she would have her way they had all night, or what passes for night here in this wasteland, to rest, drink, and get to know about each other a little better. Allies were particularly useful, especially if they trusted you. A nice conversation could do well towards that end.

The only problem was the fact she really did not like to talk much. If allowed, their drinking would lower her "Walls" she had built up around herself a little better.

She nodded towards her comrades and dropped off the side of the skiff into the ashes before approaching.
"I don't suppose you would allow us to spend our night here... we did clear a group of dragons... and we are a bit weary from our journey to meet your King.", she stated, unfolding a flyer posting a bounty for the bandits they have come across on the way to the castle. Just thinking of them made her want to punch something, but she controlled herself nicely.

The red shelled guard examined the flyer before opening the gate for her and the party.
"Follow me Miss", it said before waddling along down the dark, torch lit corridor that led into the castle.
Miranda looked over her shoulder to see the others just now getting off. She exhaled roughly and turned around sharply, resting her fists at her hips. "Come... ON!", she commanded before turning on her heels to enter their destination.
It was such a long day.