<span style="font-family: Old English Text MT;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="text-decoration: underline">King Trystan</span></span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Trystan continued to play while he listened to his most trusted advisor. At hearing the statement that he needed to send out men to be involved in his brother's business, he tensed and hit a sour note then stopped. He stared out the window for a long moment in thought. He didn't want to get in the midst of his two little brother's quarrels, but if he wanted information on what was going on, he'd have to be. And he had to expand his information past his own borders to know about potential threats such as the zunists that were heading his way. There was no avoiding it.<br/><br/>He looked down at the floor with a defeated sigh before speaking.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"Get four of my best men together and tell them to meet with me in the war room. I have a task for them." </span><br/><br/>He was going to send one to spy on his youngest brother, one to spy on his oldest, one to figure out more about the zunists, and one to see what he could figure out about the strange traders coming from the islands.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #00FFFF"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Seraphina Octavia </span></span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Seraphina smiled as she walked with the man towards the castle. The prospect of a new job, FOR THE KING NO LESS, was exciting to her. She'd always wondered what it would be like to work at the castle. She just never expected it to happen like this. Or so sudden for that matter. But she was happy for the chance to do something she did best.<br/><br/>When the knight she was following cut himself off mid sentence, she frowned and looked after the guy walking away.<span style="color: #00FFFF"> "Who is that? Is there a problem?" </span>She frowned.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111606">@Rethwyn</a><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111159">@Blackmarket Salesman</a><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111497">@Ghost</a>