After hearing the mocking voice of the male that seemed to be intent with harming his pride Bren heard another one, much more smooth, seductive. Someone that seemed to have great power mearly in her words, however they were slurred by a thick French accent. *The Queen?!* He looked up and was about to try and get her attention but she walked into her room and out of sight. he struggled to try and remember what it was exactly that she had mentioned moments before. "Bring me that man?... Me? But I'm not dying..." Bren looked around and saw a man struck down with a multitude of men on the ground around him. He rushed over to see if he was alright.<br/><br/>He most certainly was not, bleeding badly and a terrible wound to the chest marred his formely vigorous body; soon to be a corpse. He lifted his body up slowly, he would at least try to give this man a proper burial, he was after all a warrior. One who took on multiple opponents which was clearly visible from those slain around him, *How could I have not heard this?* then he remembered how hard he baned on the door, so loud it must have deafend out the sound of this battle. *Well.. damn... So, this man is who she was talking about. I* He was about to carry the man to the gates when a familiar voice spoke from behind him, a rather familiar and insulting one at that.<span style="font-style: italic">"Come in my friends, it is most- ah wonderful to have you here."</span><br/><br/>He turned to see the man behind him bowing, not particularly caring for why he was there Bren spoke. "Well if you plan on savin this man's life. I suggest we urry." Bren then began to follow the man, inside the castle, at least he hoped.