<span style="color: #FF4000"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">King Allistair</span></span></div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Allistair smiled as he was addressed by his archmage and he folded his hands behind his back as they walked. Though it was more of something to do with his hands at the moment as he'd been taught when he was younger. He had a horrible habit of talking with his hands, and men of a noble blood needed to carry themselves with a professional air, albeit Allistair often ignored that, he had been taught to restrain his hands so it appeared that he was focused on what he was saying rather than flailing his arms through the air like a madman. That, and the habit kind of embarrassed him if he got too excited about anything.<span style="color: #FF4000"> "I slept well Aurion. I would ask the same of you, but it seems you're the man without tire." </span>He said with a chuckle to joke with him. He knew he had a darker sense of humor, and on the rare occasions that Allistair's own dark sense of humor showed, that was when he and the djinn had bonded.<span style="color: #FF4000">"Yes, my wife shall be joining us shortly. She was feeling a bit tired this morning."</span>He informed him. He wasn't sure why everyone seemed so distant of his wife. He assumed it was because she was a woman. Of course, he couldn't picture his precious Cestaline doing anything of the sort against him or his kingdom.<br/><br/>As they entered the hall, he could see Bren wasn't at his peak this morning. He frowned as he saw the sleep that had evaded the man the night before written in bags under his eyes. He stepped into the room his focus now on him as he became worried. What had happened in his kingdom the night prior? Had they lost more scouts? Had something happened to Bren? His mind became abuzz in a mere moment with the possibilities. He seemed to have a knack for bad luck, and usually with Allistair, the worst possibility was the thing that happened.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">"Bren...you look exhausted." </span>He said to him as he approached him at the table and rested a hand on his shoulder leaving the other one to rest on top of his sword hilt. Bren sat to his immediate left, his wife on the same end of the table to his immediate right, and to the first seat on the right side of the table sat Aurion. From there the seats were pretty much free, but that was how he liked the head of his table set up. That way he could talk directly to the people he was closest with.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">"What are the developments? I fear the worst."</span>