<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;"><span style="color: #FF4000"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">King Allistair</div></span></span></span></span></span><br/><br/>Once Allistair had fixed his shirt and felt satisfied in the way that it looked, he turned to go back into the castle. Instead of electing to go inside and back through the winding halls of the palace, he decided to take a short cut around front to go in and then shoot down the hall to the dining room. He also had figured if he looked around out here, he might be able to see any obscurities in the way his castle usually looked, or in the demeanor of his guardsmen.<br/><br/>What he didn't expect to find was a woman being hauled in through the front gate by a couple of angry looking guards. He had to pause. This day just got weirder and weirder. The woman looked harmless, but he knew with the usage of magic in his kingdom, looks could be deceiving. However, he'd been trained to sense magics about a person, and this woman's aura didn't necessarily hold a hostile or malicious feel about it. His curiosity got the better of him. He turned to Bren.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">"You go on and find Harold and Earl. Ask why they weren't at breakfast and see that all is well with them as well as addressing the issue at hand." </span>he ordered as he turned back to look at the girl,<span style="color: #FF4000"> "I'm going to handle whatever is going on here."<br/></span><br/>Giving Bren ample time to walk away, he crossed over to the guards and the lady.<br/><span style="color: #FF4000"><br/>"What in blue blazes is going on here?"</span>He demanded crossing his arms.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111501">@Aria</a><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111252">@Kiddo</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-family: Lucida Calligraphy;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Harold the Archivist</div></span></span></span></span><br/><br/>Harold felt Earl's hands on him, and he allowed it. He knew the boy worried for his well being and as bad as he hated to admit the fact, he was no spring chicken anymore. He offered his son a soft smile at his worry to try to abate his worry. He reached up with one of his hands and patted the top of his son's before answering.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"Royals live a busy life. I suppose it's no surprise it's become a game of hide and seek. Though it is strange...Aurion doesn't just disappear like that. He must be up to something upstairs in his office. I certainly hope nothing is afoot. As for our dear king and Bren, yes, we should seek them out. It is important that we try to get this information to them as soon as possible."</span><br/><br/>Harold was puzzled about what Aurion was up to. It really didn't settle correctly with his nerves for him to just disappear, but he didn't want to worry Earl and make him panic more than he already was.<br/><span style="color: #00FF00"><br/>"Where should we begin looking?"</span><br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110674">@thetruegarsot</a>