Bren came over to thill to see the city, its light reflected off his long braided blonde hair, his strong muscular figure and his stout gaunt face. The city and its All of its glowing lights cast against the pitch black background. But the thing that he gave most of his attention to was the castle. ITs great spire of glowing white with the night making it seem like a twisted fortress of ebony. There was where his quarry lied, Immortality. As he stood there for a moment he felt the familiar presence of one beside him, the large scruffy presence brought him out of his trance. "Shanley!"<br/><br/>Bren knelt down and looked his dog in the face, his pet was a good 4 feet tall and had a thick coat of fur. His grey haired panting companion, "Well mah friend, we are here, and we will become eternal here." He smiled, "Yes, Eternal..."<br/><br/>As he approached the bottom of the hill and followed the road to the town he noticed that while a few brave souls like him were approaching the city. Many were leaving, he overheard a few talking on a wagon. "... Are jou insane?! Is immortality really vorth your soul!?! She is a qveen of the damned and she has no right in gods vorld! God will strike her down. You'll see." He chuckled and looked at Shan "Buncha French sissy's eh boy?" The dog barked a deep booming  sound in reply. "Yeah I agree, These people are totally crazy. Like some sissy god like there's is gunna do anything."<br/><br/>He laughed again and walked through the city gate and up to the castle doors which were of course massive. "Eh boy, Ya think they are compinsatin for sumthin? Eh?" again the dog barked in response and it seemed to startled the people nearby. Bren lifted his sword and turned the hilt to the door, then he banged it hard 3 times making it echo on the other side. "HEY!!! I am ere to beseech the queen!."