The festivities were interrupted by a shout of dismay, followed quickly by Qaizel rushing into the courtyard. His appearance was ruffled, and there was an expression of pure panic on his face. He raced to the throne and dropped to one knee, clutching dramatically at his chest as if he had been wounded. "My king!" he cried, loud enough for all to hear. "It's Daragon, she's attacked the prince!"<br/><br/>Even the king could not hide his horror and fury. He rose to his feet, his face suddenly pale. "She<em>what</em>?"<br/><br/>"There was no warning," Qaizel said. "We were in the prince's tower. She may still be there, there may still be time to save him! Your Majesty, please hurry!"<br/><br/>The king's guard did not hesitate. With a single gesture from Araeth, they drew their weapons and rushed to the prince's tower, although a substantial number now surrounded the king and Qaizel.<br/><br/>It did not take long for the party to descend into chaos. Nobles flew into a blind panic as soon as they puzzled out what would happen to Glen Avon without Aereze's magic. Drinks were spilled, elves screamed or swooned, while some fled the palace grounds altogether. And you?