If you can dodge a wrench...

Lia was happy to be a pair of paws. Setting up beside Briar at Artorias at the Princess direction. Once the prepping was complete, her Princess called for children of the Warlord and settled between herself and the Baron, leaning against the former. Lia, quiet, and more than a little nervous, settled demourly on her paws and held her pose. Waiting.

It wasn’t long before a silver, blue-eyed wolf she had seen before in passing arrived. Shortly behind her was a dark pelted wolf, sprinkled with a layer of snow-white. Holding her silence, the slave kept her eyes downwards, feeling a little out of place sitting amongst the Royalty that surrounded her.

"Speech"