Ianthe stood beside the High Lord of the Spring Court, Tamlin. There was something about her kind smile you did not trust. Or her soft and feminine voice. Her blue eyes looked at you from under the hood of her robe. "Is there something you need? Tamlin is a very busy man," she said, her voice grating along your skin.

You were here to deliver a message to Tamlin, but how could you when this...female blocked your path?