"The king and Prince will be visiting! Line up!" A line of about twenty men line up under the mid day sun, all with their head high and confident. They dismounted their horses and prepared to bow as the king approached with his son. Each person was clothed in brown skins and held their own weapon that suited their own hunting strengths. At the end was a woman, smiling happily at the two as they got nearer. She had black brown hair with deep, lavender eyes and fair skin. At the moment her cheek was smeared with blood."Welcome." She bows and rushes towards the king like a friend. He hugs her warmly and steps back to show her his son. "This is Spirit." "Its nice to meet you." She says with a smile, bowing to the Prince. "My name is Hema Lockney. I am the head of the royal hunters. " she says. While never having met the king 's son before, she assumed that he was raised responsibly by the kind ruler. After all, the king and queen were nothing but kind to her and appreciative of all that the royal hunters did for them. With great housing, good pay, and a rowdy group of people to be in charge of, she couldn't ask for a more interesting life. "Its nice to see you Hema. You have a little..." He motions her cheek. "Oh! Um..." she wipes the blood with her fur cape with a smile. "Apologies."