Amorphous stranger

She was not fair, or long of hair

But she was fair, her justice bare.

The crowd laughed quickly, afraid to cover up any of the music.

A queen unknown, who ruled alone

But she was known, by heart and bone.

During the musical interlude before the next verse, a tall figure crept into the warm room. It was impossible to discern age or gender, for the figure was swaddled from head to toe in thick gray garments that hid even the outline of the limbs from view. They slunk silently around the edge of the room and sat on a bench that looked something like a rabbit hiding under a tree from the rain. Quill watched the figure and listened again when the lyrics started back up.