Lyons studied the map the realm was indeed a parsal that King Atria did not inherit. The royals did not dispute in the Orc, Gremlin war. The were outta reach when the trolls controlled the red dragons. There was enough trade between the kingdoms. I know of your home. Because of out extensive negations, I have kept my scouts close the Kingdom of Rard.   I was a terrible battle between brothers. I am again sorry for your loss. We are at constant war with the orcs, trolls, goblins, gremlin minions from The  Barrens far west of the continent. A war battling for the Crown is unbearable, a  waste of lives, and drain on resources."<br/><br/>He sighs as he pushed  back memories of his lord and master placing Lyons in countless battles for coin.  "An occasional orc get through and either banished or killed, I can live with. Some of the orcs enter the east leaving the confines and tyranny of their rulers."<br/><br/>Lyons placed his thick, heavily scarred index finger in center of the "The Forrest". "Mystique, the Mage Guild as you know is vastly renown. Have they not cleared the area?"