Francis sat staring out over the kingdom, his tower facing out toward the sunset. The day was drawing nearer when this would all be his...though he did not cherish the thought, there were dragons to the west and the tensions were high...soon the day would come when the fire-red of the sunset marked the movement of their armies and burned through day and night. Things needed to be different, whether that was the anihilation of their race or building a better relationship with them it made little difference to him. Francis rose to his feet and began to dress in his light weight leather armour. What ever had to change it was up to him to change it.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later and he'd slipped from the castle, past the guards and with only his horse for company they raced across the plains to the west.