Dean answered his summons promptly. No reason to keep the Queen waiting-although the Queen seemed intent on making him wait. No matter. He had left both his sword and his plate mail outside, wearing only simple clothing that was formal enough for a royal appearance, but casual enough to be comfortable. On the tunic was stitched the symbol of the City Guard-which was more or less the symbol of Makkon placed on a large shield.<br/><br/>In the silence, his thoughts turned to his past. He didn't want them too, but they had a nasty habit of going to the darkest moments of his life without his control. He shook his head. No time to dwell on the past. There was work to do now.