((Now for my twist :P)<br/><br/>Elliot rolled his heavy shoulders back as he pulled open the doors to the castle door. He was a thin man with a scar over one eye and an injured shoulder, the reasons he was unable to go fight. With his disabilities, he had been removed from the army, considered a liability in the field. "Welcome madam." He monotoned, and bowed to her as she entered.  "May i ask your business here today? We are very busy with the war and such." His voice had a little bitterness in it at the thought of the war. What he hated, but what he was best at. Then he took her in and sputtered "I'm sorry... I hadn't realized I was talking to a lady such as yourself..." He swallowed, assuming from her dress and beauty that she must be royalty as well. "Shall I take you to the audience hall? I believe the king is here, though his son leads our troops on the field."