I had an idea

Leaving the room, it was safe to conclude that my sister was less than happy with me. I was initially frustrated with her, but I soon forgave her. She was the Queen after all and had much on her mind. It was not my place to be a nuisance!

A thought came to me. What if I found the dwarven emissaries, had a few words, broke bread, maybe had a few ales? They were bound to have a better impression of me and, if that was the case... then we had a much better chance of signing the trade deal!

A grin washed over my face... my sister would be so proud!

The only problem was - where on earth where the dwarves?