King Tolis stands at the door of his guest chamber overseeing a group of servants as they pack his elvish possessions in preparation for his departure.
Theo suddenly arrives at the scene looking greatly distressed.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" He calls breathlessly before Tolis turns his attention to him.
"Why the anxiety my friend? Did you have too much wine to drink?"
"Rumours are spreading, Zedon's hordes are gathering from one end of the lands to the other. They say Dreadmoor is empty and the lands of wolves are deserted. Only the youngest and the frailest have been left." The prince reports. The elvish King scoffs, looking unbothered.
"After war rumours of all kinds spring up. They should not make you nervous." He consoles.
"Why then is everyone in the streets telling the s
