Trosver bowed slightly to the king,"Thank you Ruler Saphrin. I will come and collect your chosen warriors on my way back to Oshmere, I have yet been to the other kingdoms, Which I shall Dismiss myself now and take my leave." He began to back up, twitching his tail ever so slightly when his face was joined with the cool granite of the castle floor. He half growled half moaned as he pushed him self up than flicked his tail than looked at the peasant who ran into him,"Watch where you are going!"<br/><br/>He glared at the young man than nodded to the king as he flicked his black tail again than left, his guards flanking him as they headed towards the next kingdom. By night fall they had reached the two other kingdoms Trosver figured they would just stay the night at this last kingdom and make the journey home, picking up all the warriors as they went. It was late when they swam into tow, almost every dome house had their lights out, so he figured the royal court was a sleep as well and set out in search of a Inn where they stayed the night.<br/><br/>Early that morning they made their way over to to royal castle to only find out that the ruler of Distra, who was his little sister, had ran off. He was baffled along with enraged and went about huffing and Buffing. So he decided to give the speech to the people that would of been his if he didn't decide to marry the princess of Oshmere. He said the same thing, "People of Distra, we are looking for warriors to go on an expedition to Mnevos and scope out the lands to see how large their army is so that the joined kingdoms may go and demolition that ridiculous kingdom!" He said the word demolition with a long heart filled hatred and waited for replays.