Lord ir'Ives bowed his head,<strong>"While my house is not especially large, we do have a top notch training facility for archers.  Perhalps if you'd care to discuss some sort of financial arangment at a later date, we could come to terms about loaning you those skilled troops?  Likewise my son Joel, while young, has experience leading troops in battle.  I'm sure he could assist you.  Especially if it is in defense of our common friends, like Good Von Gunnerkrig here."</strong><br/><br/>The forgeign lord nodded his head and smiled,<strong>"You do me honor miss ir'Vynar, most people in zis court do not know to call me 'herr'."</strong>He dipped his head and added,<strong>"I have an office here in ze palace.  It iz from here zat I write letters to my homeland und receive news.  If you stop by some time in ze next few days I shall write to my home and tell of your grace, and let you know how your platoon fares vhen zey write back to me."</strong><br/><br/>Ir'Ives however motioned towards the king,<strong>"It seems you've caught the ... "</strong>He paused and made a small noise in his throat that could only be one of disgust,<strong>"...young king's eye.  Maybe it would be best if you introduced yourself now before waiting too long?"</strong><br/><br/>Celes looked over at King James.  The young king could be no more then twenty and five years of age, but there was a cold, hard, ruthless look in his eyes, and those eyes were currently locked right on her.