One elder who had not talked before stood and in a voice that seemed just above a whisper he talked<br/><br/>"I am Gregory of Farle"<br/><br/>(http://hdwallpaper-s.com/wallpapers/21/Costumes_Halloween_Black_Mage_High_definition_wallpaper.jpg)<br/><br/>"I have been here for two thousand years, and my magic was responsible for cursing the Forest of Feel,<br/>changing its beasts into demonic creatures, and trees into twisted spirits that can be as dangerous.<br/><br/>I have vowed not to cast any spell in warefare, even for my own safety, but I do have resources I will help<br/>for raising the capital needed. My two galleons I will offer to the apocathy for trading their potions<br/>to other lands, the apocathy can keep ten percent of the profits, the rest can contribute to the war.<br/><br/>I can also pay carpenters to re-fashion ships such as what the heros arrived on in whatever way the king desires"<br/><br/>