<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 at his beautiful wife as she entered the room. Despite her feelings for him, it took no fool to see how deeply attached to the woman Allistair was. He was madly infatuated with her, and it had been so really from whence they'd first met. He just found something about his wife so wonderful. And he could never manage to pinpoint it, but she was his perfect delicate rose in his opinion despite what the others thought. And it wasn't a secret that he would kill for the woman in a moment's notice should the notion be one of right judgment.<br/><br/>Upon listening to his wife's words, he thought them over for a moment. Perhaps she was right. Harold was getting rather old, and he did need someone like Earl to look after him in his hour of need. He did enjoy seeing the duo, but it was possible they'd had other plans this morning. However before day's end, he made a mental note to send a messenger to them to pull recent records and see if they could find any sort of correlation to the disappearances and enemy kingdoms.<br/><br/>At the mention of contacting others for help, Allistair thought that it could possibly be a good idea. Any extra help they could get was welcomed. Especially at this sign of trouble. He hadn't ran any recent recruitment campaigns, he'd had no need to, and he couldn't very well do that with trouble looming where he needed his military, and Bren's, attention elsewhere.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">"I think my dear that might be a good idea. What do you two think?" </span>He asked consulting his general and archmage whilst lacing his fingers with hers with the hand she'd taken his with.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111252">@Kiddo</a><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110586">@WildSpawn</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/>At the mention of his hard work the old man was rather shocked by his son's observation. Had he been that distant? He supposed it made sense. He couldn't remember the last time that he'd been to their home after Millie's passing. He'd been there sure, but he spent the vast majority of that time here. Even sleeping as Earl had found him this morning. Harold hadn't thought it had been that obvious. He made a choice in that moment that he'd do more towards going home and trying to be at home more for Earl. The boy surely would like to spend some time with him outside of this library.<br/><br/>He spoke.<span style="color: #00FF00"> "I apologize Earl...I didn't see how much time I was truly spending here. It seems that I have replaced my home with a labyrinth of books...I didn't realize that it had become so severe." </span>He said to him hoping that he'd accept the apology.<span style="color: #00FF00">"This evening we will leave early huh? Go home and make a nice dinner together." </span>He suggested to him. He then smirked.<span style="color: #00FF00">"I might even let you stand on the stool like you used to when you were little."</span><br/><br/>He finished his fill of the food Earl had prepared, and when he did, he thought about what he'd said in regards to the impeding war.<span style="color: #00FF00">"The only sort of assistance that we could give without getting in the way is to follow our orders from King Allistair to the very letter dear Earl." </span>He explained to him.<span style="color: #00FF00">"If we were to try anything else, I fear we might just get into the way."</span><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110674">@thetruegarsot</a>