She was interrupted from her musing when Prince Primus spoke to her, "I have managed to get us a guide your royal highness!"
Queen Sophia inspected their newfound guide, whom looked perfectly normal were it not for the cow tail that snaked its way out of the back of her robe and swished lazily above the ground.
Slightly perturbed and unsure if looking at the feature would be considered rude, she looked rather steadily at the girls face when Sophia began speaking to her in what little Imerian she knew, “Tack för din hjälp” she thanked her, before turning to the Prince.
”Your Royal Prince if it is no trouble may you ask her to direct me to the statue
of Rasmer, after all it seems only befitting of our rank and position to see that particular diety.”
OOC: A belated Merry Christmas
P.S I google translated the Swedish (aka Imerian) so it could be gibberish for all I know




