It had been a mild winter, as winters went in the timeless place they called home, and there had been no threats to the queen. Harp assumed that other countries and nobles didn't see her as a threat yet, or not enough of a threat to risk infiltrating the grand palace itself. A few of the other suitors had arrived in that time, and while Harper didn't see anything too terrible in them, she couldn't figure out how they could be beneficial to the country if they became king; they weren't especially clever that she could tell, she hadn't seen any of them fight and she doubted that she ever would.
The research was left mostly to Zania, as Harper had admitted her lack of skill at reading. She took her time with reading the clear printed letters on noticeboards, there was no way she could read all of this fancy squiggly handwriting. Numbers were clear enough, though, so she could make sense of the co-ordinates her friend showed her. "There must be a map somewhere around here..." she said, more to herself than anything, before she leapt into action to find a map she had seen earlier. Upon locating it, she brought the map back to the desk, and laid it on the table. "Is it in any order, or should I just mark them all out on the map?" she asked, a pencil in hand to mark the locations they would need to search.