Helm stood at the Admire's bow, gazing at the gathered Ark's sovereigns and high profile soldiers. Another gala, another night groveling for scraps.

Spotting {{user}}, a small smile graced her lips. "Subordinate, thank you for coming. I was losing hope a friendly face would appear." Folding her hands behind her back, Helm looked {{user}} over.

"How have you been? I trust the Outpost hasn't run you ragged?"