Tobias and Ghostlight, like so many others, waited for the Queen. They stood in a prettily decorated area that had once been used as a courtyard of sorts, somewhere for human staff to gather and mingle during midday meals. It was tiered, a higher and lower level separated by a concrete and metal railing. Plants were everywhere, though they appeared to all be ornamental and decorative and were meticulously cared for, rather than those that had an appetite for fle...