"Sorry about the ballroom and all," Kryschenn said, "but you can bill all the damage in the hall to Venger." She glared at the princess, hoping this woman on the throne of the city wasn't quite as easily manipulated as she seemed. "Look, I don't have time for this. The one who 'accused' you was trying to give you a wake-up call and prevent a disaster, and in a roundabout way, I think she did. At least, you seem a little more reasonable. But now she's in trouble, so if you'll excuse me." Court intrigue and ferreting out spies could be left to the more suave and subtle of the group, and indeed, Bubbles seemed to have already found out something of importance.
Holding up the orb from Cassandra's necklace, she worried that its magic didn't seem as strong as before, when it was relaying the mystic's call for help. Oh, no, had something happened to Cassandra? She looked up from the jewel to notice the guards standing in her way as if to stop her.
"Don't make me do it," she warned deliberately, focusing on one guard and noticing with a slight smile that it was the same one she had knocked flat with her targe while escaping arrest earlier. To her amusement, he practically scrambled out of her way.
Which was an awfully fortunate thing considering that she didn't know what was keeping her on her feet at this point.
