Lucia had spent time watching the festivities from afar, a nice wine glass in her hand, but the contents weren't wine, a brighter red color whirled around her glass idly, a smell would make it clear the contents were some kind of sweet juice rather then alcohol. Taking a small sip, she watched other people being handed their titles and lands with a small mellow smile. She spent her time enjoying the air watching things from afar until she was joined by a pair of figures. One wore tight form fitting steel plate, as if a guard, covered in black with a bizarre symbol on their half cape at the back, the other, was a cloaked individual, completely covered save for the steel mask on their face. "You don't want to join the festivities?" "You've invested enough to earn your place down there." The duo seemed puzzled, Lucia's motivation had always been gaining attention, just when a situation presented itself though, she remained in the background watching Astor and the others enjoy the applause and laughter of the others. Lucia lowered her glass casting a gentle gaze to the pair, they were the thralls who had stuck with her the longest, the ones who she relied on as a part of her army. "It's not time for us yet. Things are dangerous for us as a new nation. As a Necromancer it would be pretty unsightly to be revealed as a noble with all of the bells and whistles." Lucia explained with a heavy sigh. The burdens of her profession were many but seeing her capable subordinates worrying for her, she felt the weight wasn't all that heavy. "We'll handle things in private, away from the politicians and skeptics, the last thing I want is for our new king to be judged because he has a close confidant like me." Lucia explained taking a quick sip to drain her glass. Handing it off to the knight at her left, she turned her gaze to the masked one on the right. "Make sure our donation's been received, ask for a quiet place away from prying eyes and foreign powers. We don't need a prosperous land for what I'm plotting." Lucia spoke with a somewhat bitter expression, but a resolute one. "As you wish..." The cloaked figure seemed hesitant, but with a flourish of his cloak, his legless figure drifted through the air before disappearing in a wisp of smoke to try and accomplish that simple task. Lucia was sure Astor wouldn't mistake her thralls as an assassin, just in case, she sent a small mail to make sure nothing went awry. "In the mean time, let's enjoy the night Sylvanas." She spoke to the knight, a gentle smile on her face earning an exhale from the other party. "Of course."
