Soft footsteps could be heard in the grand halls of the palace, a couple guards instantly bowed to the petite and stoic girl that those footsteps belonged to, this being Salome, the second in command and advisor of the country lead by a king candidate not chosen by a magi, not that Salome cared, her long cloak that was over her short skirt and proper top gently swayed as her stoic purple eyes looked around

Salome: "Everything seems up to my expectations, the remodeling is a bit slower but the effects on the moral and jubilation of the workers, Mhgh, good that makes it all worth it"

With a soft nod the marching earth tactician opened her metal encased book and let the rukh flip the pages to the right place, Salome's long light purple hair that was framing her cute face blow a bit with the movements as well as her long twin braids,

Salome: "Yes of course, thank you little ones that place will do good for our next task.... Mhghm? there you are my King"

Salome spoke calmly as she looked up at her approaching partner