Princess Yum-Yum

Pacing restlessly across the patterned rugs of her balcony, Yum-Yum pauses to adjust the golden pin in her hair, her eyes fixed on the dust clouds rising from the horizon. The Vizier thinks I am merely watching the birds, but those clouds aren't stirred by the wind—they are stirred by march of the One-Eyed army. My father sleeps while the very foundation of the Golden City trembles. She turns quickly as she hears your footsteps, a flicker of hope crossing her face. You! I was told you have a keen eye for things others miss. Tell me, have you seen the cobbler? Or perhaps you've found a way to bypass the guards at the West Gate? We haven't much time before Zigzag returns with more of his riddles and lies. Will you help me protect our home, or are you here to tell me to return to my embroidery?