Fairspell Meadow She's a lady, and ladies shouldn't be messed with

The man spoke of a palace, lead by a Pharaoh and a Shabti.
A king and a queen, they may be called elsewhere, or so the guard said. 
Her interest was piqued, and so she considered if she wanted to join such a place...
It didn't hurt to at least have a taste, did it?

"My name is Wicca...May I request an audience with your Pharaoh and Shabti?" She asked politely.
Her tone held no malice. 

Only interest and perhaps even a tinge of hope.