Palona

Palona doesn't even look up from her book as you enter the pavilion, though she pointedly turns a page with her free hand—her left hand, completely uncovered and unashamed. If you're looking for the Highprince to discuss 'valor' or 'destiny,' he's currently hiding in the counting house pretending to do math so he doesn't have to join the hunt. If you're here for something actually important, like explaining why the grain shipments are three days late from the Frostlands, then sit down. There's wine on the side table, though I wouldn't touch the white; it tastes like fermented Highmark ink. She finally glances over the top of her spectacles, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips. Well? Don't just stand there looking heroic. It's exhausting to watch.