<span style="color: #BF0000"> As Serene sat in her chamber she heard a commotion outside. The sharp sound of metal against metal, the clang of swords. What was going on out there? She stood up and threw on her cape and pulled the hood up so it covered her face. She stepped out onto the balcony and watched to see what was going on. She noticed a young man fighting, but for what. Then she noticed the scared woman. "Ah!" She said aloud and she understood. "Zat man 'as 'eart." She looked back down and saw the great axe meet his chest and watched him fall to the ground. <br/><br/>"You!" She called down to Javer, "Bring me ze man! I do not care if 'e is a dead man. 'e not dead yet!" Bring 'im to me!" After that she turned and went back inside. He was just the man she needed. Strong heart, she knew what he had she needed to bring the subjects of this country under her power without rebellion. Then she leaned back out on the balcony, "Oh, and if zer are any coming vith the vish for immortality, please, let zem in." </span>