Queen Ravana and King Ambrose stood outside the castle doors upon the precipice of the grand stone staircase with Princess Mara leaning on a thick stone pillar off to their right. Together with a nod, they greeted their sons as the three princes took post on various steps below them. Equally, the pteropus monarchy carefully tracked the crowd of new faces in their troop with comparable interest, especially when focusing on the Knights of Sabaton that conglomerated around the Tate.
‘I am disheartened to see that you’ve returned with fewer wolves than you departed with,’ Queen Ravana mentally projected. ‘Though I see you have replenished your losses with others?’
Tate answered, “The wolves are not lost. They will help you secure your western border by protecting the Gate from the Dèanadair
