Sir Agathon Froseti drove his heels into his mighty stallion's sides, spurning it farther into the forest. It was an arduous journey, for the forest was overgrown and dark. Few rays of light penetrated so deeply into the moist, enshrouded interior. He was a knightly servant to the King of Molurene, and no forest, however dark and full of ghastly spider webs, hanging thickly like sheets and vines from the encroaching branches, would sway his valorous spirit.<br/><br/>He went into such a haunting place with a gallant purpose. He searched out the dangerous sorceress who worked magic over poison and potion. Rumors abounded as to her sinister nature, mistress of venoms exotic and mundane, magical and ordinary. It was this purpose that sent him to find her castle, hidden amidst the foggy valleys of this forest. For Agathon was a man in love. She was a simple beauty, the daughter of local blacksmith, and their love was true and innocent. However, she had recently become ill, and no mundane means had done anything more than stave off the inevitable. Some spoke of a terrible curse, and though left unsaid, Agathon knew of only one source of such deceit.<br/><br/>For weeks he had been hunting for her spider's web, that secretive lair which she brewed her concoctions (and, he hoped, antivenoms). He would find the witch, and with her death prevent others' tragedies, even if he could not prevent his own. He knew not of the sickness that was claiming his own lord and King, even as he approached the temptress who caused it. Agathon also knew of the King of Erias, he had met him once when he was a mere child. All the nobles from nearby lands paid visit to the King and Queen when their daughter had been born. He was just a young boy at the time, and knew not of the fine woman the Princess had become.