<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww210/Goayne/Male%20RPCs/link_by_teralilac-d6bo0b7_zps388c9548.jpg?t=1406231029">Dherune</a><br/><br/>((Mine's a link to my character ref.  The pic is too big and so I've been linking it at the beginning of my posts thus far for easy access xP))</div><br/><br/><br/>Dherune had not intended to stay.  He still had reports to return.  Looking at the assemble gathered before him though he was starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together.  He wasn't merely standing before soldiers anymore.  The beautiful red haired girl had addressed a man more finely armored than the rest.  Once he had the man in his sights be began to pick up on other cues such as posture and the reverence which he was given by all those around him.  This was the King of this small Kingdom.  As ruler of one of the Allied nations in these parts it would be considered rude to ignore such an invitation.  Not wanting to make the man wait, he nodded and bowed once more before replying, "Of course my Lord."<br/><br/>Righting himself once more he whistled and his mount came to his side.  Procuring the reports from his saddlebag he asked, "But first I must send word home.  Do you have a bird to the White Tower that I may borrow?"  If he couldn't physically deliver the reports nor could he trust a human envoy than a bird would do.  When the document was written that allied those nations established along the border of the Dark Continent and signed, his people had given their neighbors and new allies a carrier bird to communicate with them.  Very few outsiders were ever given permission to visit their lands.  And even then it usually was only the King's and Queen's of their allies that were permitted to know the location.