Kax and his father moved into the halls of the palace. A young place this was, for the elves, anyway. The stones barely telling of a couple centuries in this place, but they had been well laid. Humans excelled with works of stone, and while not quite as cunning with spells as the elven-kind, they made up for it with cunning defenses, and well laid plans. If the White Elves ever went to war with the humans of this kingdom, they would have to prepare accordingly. They had all the time in the world, of course, and Hath was loth to begin another bloody conflict. His people had seen enough bloodshed in his time, in his opinion, and so long as he was king, he wouldn't risk open war again. His son, he knew, was a different matter. Kax was a brooding youth, born into war, and seeming to be lost when he wasn't surrounded by enemies, his blades flashing, felling as many as his eyes could catch. He had actually been called a Sylvan-bane once, and wherever he went, his enemies were afraid to follow. He didn't mind. He was blood-thirsty, cunning, and vicious. Not a man to desire for an enemy, although a worthy opponent indeed.<br/><br/>They came upon the meeting hall, the table of which had been laden with fruits, sweet-meats, dainties, delicacies, and many, many dishes of the finest quality. Hath was polite, and sampled a few, as well as a cup of the fruity wine that was served in golden goblets, and he moved over to converse with the many people that were gathered, elven and human alike. Kax did no such thing. He had a cup in his hand, but did not drink, or eat. His rather intimidating glare was directed towards the Sylvan Elves that were here gathered. Enemies were enemies, in his opinion, and this was no exception. eating with an enemy was something that he did not do. He stayed for as long as was considered polite to the host, and he slipped out. He needed some air. He needed to clear his head. Peace? The very idea boggled his mind. Their kind had always been at some war or another, and he had always been at the battlefront. He would have had it no other way.<br/><br/>At least one set of eyes, his father's followed him.<br/><br/>He moved out into the garden, his mind mulling over what would happen when peace was finally established when he saw her.