<span style="color: #008040">Raff looked at Kevkas.  He had to admit to being hesitant to get involved. Something about this whole situation made him uncomfortable. They could be trouble. He had had to offer something for these poor folks. Damn his bleeding heart! His wife would be even worse. <span style="font-style: italic">I swear, with all she fusses over our patrons, you'd think they were all our children.</span> He set his towel down on the counter and walked over to the table.<br/><br/>"Yeah, you all wandered in here at about half past six. You were friendly to us. However, we could tell that you were uneasy among yourselves. You spoke in hushed voices. Something was wrong. Bless my wife, it took everything charm I had to keep her from hounding you for your life-stories." He smiled, "You were talking about this 'Lenovia' place then, too. Also, you kept mentioning the King and some dastardly traitor. I can't believe that you know the King! Is he well? Is he in this 'Lenovia' place? We have all be so worried about him. The Grand Duke is the only one tells us that the King is hard at work trying to unite the rest of the world. But its been so long since we've had new news."<br/><br/>Raff and Flora look at them, hope filling their eyes. Politically instability is a hard thing, especially when your ruler is MIA. The prayers of the people of Askana were always with the King. </span>