"We need to do something about the king," Vennar replied. "He...he took my brother. I don't know for certain, but anyone who finds their way into those dungeons rarely comes out of them again." At that moment there was a bang at the door, causing Vennar to get up, grab his hammer, and step cautiously up to the door, letting out a wry chuckle as he saw who was waiting at the door. "Careful old friend, I was a matter of seconds from knocking your head off."<br/><br/>"Less of the 'old friend' Vennar," came a female voice, Vennar stepping aside to reveal an ancient-looking woman in a long grey cloak, her curly silver hair almost reaching her piercing green eyes. "You're no spring chicken yourself." She walked over to Daric, offering him her hand. "I do not believe we have met, my name is Carolina, I am the city historian." She turned to look at Vennar. "You've not told him our plan yet, have you? Otherwise he'd be drinking something a lot stronger than what you've offered him so far."