<div class="floatright">(http://www.starscolor.com/images/alan-cumming-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Reynard Maximus<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Heri to the Throne of  Aserit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Talking to  Symeon the Rebel Peasent (NPC)  ,  Walking through thecity<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Symeon (NPC) ,  Symeon's Group , Anyone<br/><br/>Reynard's appearance in the Theiri city was unusual. As opposed to the usual extravagant entrance he would make at such an occasion , he came to the city under the cover of night. The reason was because he had personal business to attended to which is why the Heir To The Throne found himself in dimly lit room in the house of a Theiri peasant. As unlikely as the situation seemed , there was a sold reason behind which was burred in the man"s conversation." What are you saying , Reynard? Symeon the peasant questioned with an uneasy look on his face , handful of his most trusted allies beside him standing across from Reynard's guards<strong>"That you are right! Look at me , here now. In the city of Theiri , in the house of a peasant! Do you see your queen here? No. How about your king? No. Only I. I've heard what you've said to the people of this city and I agree. This <em>war</em> is a ruse for the Nobles Of The Theiri to raise your taxes and keep the money for their own personal gain! Here I sit , Perhaps your people's allegedly most hated enemy and why do I sit here? In your home among your people? Because your kingdom asked me to! I ask , what kind of war is that?</strong>Reynard asked with charming smile as he felt the mood in the room change from one of anger and hate to welcoming admiration. "A war for fools."Symeon responded reluctantly. He found These arguments correct but knew that the Heir was still a treacherous accomplice.<br/><br/><br/><strong>" We are not enemies , Symeon. We are cut from the same cloth. Don't believe me? Let me ask you and your men , how many of you have been inside the Theiri kingdom?"</strong>Reynard paused for a moment and looked around. For the most part the group seemed friendly though there were a few who appeared vehemently opposed to his presence.<br/><br/><strong>" I take it you have remained silent because the answer is none. Well , You know what? They've welcomed me to their kingdom. What kind of leadership is that? While you , their own citizen's , sit here with your bellies empty after a long day's work , they prepare a feast for my family who are supposed to be their most hated enemies! Hogwash!The truth is that they've conned you. They've conned you into hating us so they can get away with their own unfair practices and actions. They work you to the bone , pay you little and then tell you it's my family's fault. I hold no ill will against you! I sit amongst you as the Heir to the Aserit kingdom but where does your heir sit? Upon his horse like some kind of knight. Why is he not here? Why has he not spoken to you the way I have? Because he looks down upon you. They all do. It is not my family that you need to be at war with , it is your own king and queen!"</strong>Reynard campaigned to a slight applause as he stood up from the cheaply constructed wood table at which he sat. He pulled a small sack of gold and placed it on the table<strong>"Now go and have a feast with my wealth but know that when I am struck down by your king and queen it is not to protect you but to protect their own greed and arrogance!"</strong>Reynard grumbled before storming out of Symeon's home.<br/><br/><br/><br/>It was a few steps later that one of his men spoke to him. "What was that?!" He asked with a surprised tone as he flanked the arrogant heir.<strong>"Simple , my dear friend. Saw the legs off a table and it'll come crashing down , pretty plates and all."</strong>Reynard answered cryptically without a hitch in his step as he strolled through the Theiri city. He would arrive at the Theiri castle whenever he felt like it.<br/>