Eloran paced the room nervously, anger slowly growing inside him.  If Gavin was getting information from the Comtesses, he was taking his sweet time.  This was important, the Prince should be here, solving the problem.<br/><br/>He cursed, looking at his weak King and the frustrated healer tending to him.  "Amox" he snarls, his anger seeping through into his voice.  A teen aged boy in a squire's tunic approached Eloran.  "Yes, sir?"<br/><br/>"Go fetch Prince Tansen and Prince Deston, the Loidite visitors.  Tell their guards this is my order, and be pleasant to our guests."  He spits the word.  "I need to speak with them, it is important."<br/><br/>"Yes, sir."  Eloran's squire, Amox Harrison, ran off to do his Knight's bidding.  He knocked on the door to the Loidite's room a few minutes later after scurrying through the stone hallways.<br/><br/>"Sir Eloran has requested an audience with you, Prince Tansen, and Prince Deston."  Amox bows to one knee as he addresses them.<br/><br/>The guards in the room grunt, and step away from the doorway.