<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Vashen</span></span></span><br/><br/>"Now this is definitely something I can get used too." Vashen said leaning back in his seat. This celebration was just the thing needed to keep people's spirits up despite the damned disease running through the world. People needed to take their minds off of the incurable disease and focus on their own lives. He looked over the crowd and spotted the queen, accompanied by a few of her advisers. "What a treat." He muttered with a sigh.<br/><br/>Coming to a stand, Vashen stretched and started walking to the crowd. "Time to see these guys for myself." He said.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Halt</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">At least the people seem happy. And Sable does seem to view herself as an equal to her people.</span><br/><br/>Halt thought to himself as he walked with the Queen's entourage of advisers. Running a hand through his dark blueish hair, Halt walked proudly with the Queen. At his hip was a sword, and his signature long sword on his back. As he isn't in actual battle he is only wearing his parade combat dress, bright red light armor covering him.<br/><br/>He made his way to the Queen's side and smiled. "The people have taken very kindly to your public appearance. You should do so more often."