Olaf soon entered the hall, the man towered above most others and as per usual dressed for battle yet he carried no weapon. Some would find this strange but those who knew Olaf know better. Olaf won the Crown in a duel, following the customs of his people and it now rested upon his head, he had left one of his best Generals in Seca to govern on his behalf. Olaf was accompanied by two of his Generals, the first: a fierce looking woman in armor and armed with a sword the second: an intimidating man in traditonal sorcerer's garb both of whom are comanding generals of the Knights of the Gold Palace. Olaf being the only one to speak for now "well met Lady Veronica, it is a shame about your Father...I had always thought that he would die a warriors death, but some spineless coward stole that honor from him" Olaf gritting his teeth in rage at spineless "at any rate I have high expectations of you, but stepping up to take his place....A promising start"