There was as much smalltalk as Emmet expected when speaking to the King. He would ask him if he ate, how he had slept, if he was in good condition and then how his training was. It was all very routine. For the most part the same answers were shared each time. They spoke distantly but there was still the hint of affection deep within both men. The King had a family, he had a wife and two children both of which were much younger than Emmet so while he was kept close to the family he rarely felt at home. The queen looked at Emmet sometimes as if she hated him. Rumours of him being a bastard prince would do that, even she was not privy to their private meetings. Emmet was not allowed to see the young prince and princess strictly for this reason. Any time alone with her precious children would possibly be the last time she would see them. She treated him like some ambitious monster.<br/><br/>When the small chatter about court gossip ended the King finally gave his usual sharp exhale before he was about to make a request. "I need you to go the Fal'edel forrest. A couple of caravans have gone missing along with their owners. A body was found recently too. My sources tell me it is a Banshee. Have you heard of them?"<br/><br/>"I have, sire. They're said to be the dead spirits of broken hearted elves who lost a baby in childbirth," Emmet said. The elves of old were always a tale that deeply fascinated him. He had often taken many books from the library to research the once great elven kingdom. "...Sometimes they even are just spirts of vengeance for being wronged. It was likely this Banshee was mistreated by humans a long time ago,"<br/><br/>"A learned child is a blessed thing," The king replied with a smile. Emmet suddenly felt immensely proud. "You would be able to rid the spirit then. You feel confident?"<br/><br/>"Of course, if all goes well I might return by tomorrow," He said, placing his hand on his sword. He knelt before the king and then lifted himself. When he was dismissed he bowed and turned slowly.