Lethe had left Blaise's room at some point via a temporary portal. Now she was back, smiling happily at the thought of making it to the tavern before her boyfriend. She almost squealed at the mere thought of the word. He was so sweet and bright and warm... All of a sudden Lethe's thoughts turned once more to making Blaise or Typhus her minion. She wanted their power and flames.
Those were thoughts for later though. For now, Lethe forced her thoughts back to amorous. She wanted to cuddle.
With these thoughts in mind, Lethe was more than a little surprised to see a familiar prince in the tavern. She stopped dead and stared at him for a long moment. Lethe felt she should have recognized the white horse outside, but it just seemed like someone had a horse. Lethe cleared her throat. "Ahem.. ah, hello Prince Richard. How are you this evening?"