"Oh." The king said as comprehension dawned on him. "That niece."
"Of course my lord, as you already knew." Delabor said with a bow. His statement had assumed the king already knew, again to preserve the honor of the crown. "Haven't our agents recently seen her outside of her forest, just north of Arcanum? And didn't they report her being bonded to the same dragon who used lightning and raised the dead in the Arcanum Arena?"
The king of the wood elves grimaced. "Lord Nalfigar would not be pleased to learn of this."
"You are wise my king, but isn't this information only between us alone?"
"Of course." The king replied.
Now came the tricky part: he must ask for more information without dishonoring the crown by admitting the herald knew something he didn't. It was always a balancing a
