It was summer in Albion. The Castle was busy today, staff ran to and fro as they prepared for the assembly of the royal court. The heroes of Albion would be gathering from all over to discuss, who knew what? It could mean anything. A new church in Bloodstone? The Guard retracted from Aurora? A feast had to be prepared for later on, they would be hungry after coming to their conclusions. Word had spread to the populace of the city, who knew how much money the heroes would bring? Would gold be dropped in delightful amounts? Hobson, ever the reliable was present to welcome in each of the arriving heroes and escort them to where they would be taking the assembly. The guards of the castle were relaxed, enjoying the gentle warmth the sun caressed them with. After all, even if someone was stupid enough to attack Bowerstone when so many heroes were present,<em>what</em>hope would they stand at doing something to the Titans among men.<br/><br/>The Chef was chasing a chicken, everything was being inspected to ensure perfection. Something of a crowd had gathered, mostly children hoping to catch even a glance at the people of such talent and power they were called a "Hero," but not just decorated war heroes. Real<em>heroes</em>.