"Let me introduce myself. Irlene Greyridge, at your service." The girl bows briefly and springs back up. She c

"Let me introduce myself. Irlene Greyridge, at your service." The girl bows briefly and springs back up. She casts curious, assessing glances across the throne room and holds out a package. "This is a modest gift from my master, Your Grace. May it serve you well! And in case you're looking for more..."