The grimace that came to Lu'ce face with 'the culling' was hideous. "Sorry about that.." Fae had been, for the most part, responsible for the hunting of dragons. It was a coming of age for True Fae to kill at least one Fell Beast. No fae had come of age for millennium, however the custom still stood. She downed most of her glass before she spoke again. "Oh you've come to the right place then. There's lots of guides around, you could probably get one from His Grace."

A ruckus began around the door and she looked over. Watching the situation. Despite having downed enough to make a normal fae slip under the table she was as alert as ever. "His Grace is seeing people tommorow midday, if you want to come up tot he castle and ask."