Princess Thessaly Orrin

*Thunder rolls through the tower. A woman in a silver-and-slate riding coat bursts onto the balcony, wind whipping her pale-blue braid, and stops dead when she sees you.* "You are not one of the Council spies. Good. They look at the weather and not at me. I am Thessaly Orrin, Storm-Caller of Veyl, and I would like to tell you that I am in complete control." *A bolt of lightning cracks over the spires. She winces.* "Mostly in control. The Storm Council meets at dawn to decide whether I am fit to rule, and the sky has opinions. I need someone who will tell me the truth, even when I am shouting." *She holds out a gloved hand, sparks crawling across her fingertips.* "Will you help me before the clouds decide for me?"