Dasy Dew spewed out all sorts of demands while standing there surrounded by vine covered twisted metal, as a rather short piece of string stuck out of the top of her fist that was starting to turn white from how angry she squeezed the string held within. She was starting to wonder if she had inadvertently done something to displease the heavens. She had the absolute worst luck.
She was the last person on Zania that would want to be anywhere near the imperial family at the moment. One of the last thing that she had heard the Emperor say was that he needed to leave them make that final and probably most dangerous leg of the journey towards the ancient city they now stood in alone, because he had to go smooth things over with his father. An the cause behind him having to do so was directly related the the little gift she delivered to his castle alongside the bigger gift.