Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170426233852

"If you believe the people of Shornhelm are protected, then you are in for a surprise. Let them have a say in what happens to their city, I believe they are tired of being sheep in the slaughter when Kings battle for the control of their city.", Balla replied, obviously mentioning what happened the last time.

"Danger is already upon them, the question is whether you'll allow them to protect themselves or just ignore their presence there much like every other King that fought here.", the princess didn't waited for answers or replies. She got up, took a quick glance around and left the tent.

"Apologies for my niece, Sirs. She can be a bit...hmm, too passionate.", Doraleous scratched his head.

It was an unusual cold day in Northpoint, which forced Jakin and his subjects to dress a bit more clothing than usual when they went to the harbor.

"There, my liege!", the Harbormaster called, "I see seven ships under Farrun's banners!"

"Finally! I'm freezing here...", the castellan let out, grumpily.

Jakin kept his thoughts to himself, much like the redhaired woman on his right arm and unlike the big mouth-castellan that kept complaining.

"Are you sure about this alliance, my lord? We can still signal the men to attack the ships and...", his voice trailed off as he felt a heavy pressure on his chest and a mean look from the King's companion.

The cold wind kept howling and suddenly a thin layer of water begun to fall from the clouded skies. Lisbeth looked up, clearly disturbed.

Jakin chose not to say anything and kept his icy gaze at the incoming ships. He'd need a lot of diplomacy for what was coming and the fact that his advisors were still thinking like Damian could very much get in the way... perhaps his mother could provide the necessary back up, but he was yet to hear about her.