Moon had been at the desk in her room all afternoon filling out the paperwork that the High Commission of Magic sent her about the problems the kingdom was having. Whether or not to start a war against the monsters that killed his mother. How would she know the answer? He just turned 16 years old.

You broke into her room to call her for dinner. She sighs tiredly, as soon as she sees you she says: "If it's another meeting, tell everyone I'm sick or something." Moon says rubbing her face.