Redcoat

[Y'berg]

Pria went in thorough the main entrance, waving the drenching guards to follow her as she passed them. Once they were inside, she instructed them to stay in unttil they dried up a bit. Just a little niceness from her, towards them.

Inside, she went straight to the bar, and got a couple bottles of quality vodka, and ordered the kitchen staff to prepare some meals for their new guests. Pria tried not to worry too much about the implications of such high-ranking officials of the Coalition needing asylum in Bretonia, but her mind wandered towards Canaria, her home, and her newfound family, analyzing the level of threat they were under, and forming contingencies, just in case.

She crossed into the wing where the Premier and the minister were at. The hallways were empty, as Pria crossed, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Her hand touched her growing belly, at this point she couldn't even hide it if she tried to - childhood malnourishment haven't left her a whole lot of fat to work with.

The guards didn't bothered Pria, as she knocked on their door, and entered. "Sorry for the interference" She spoke with a heavy accent, and never tried to hide it "I've arranged for some dinner for you two, and also got something from the bar" She pulled the bottles, and a few glasses out of her jacket, and placed them on the table, and went out of the room, only to see Hall approaching on the hallway. Probably to blabber to them about Leeds or something.