"What has happened to this man?"asked Terran.
"We found him stumbling towards your great hall O' King."said the soldier. Suddenly the injured man fell to the ground, weary and dieing.
"Good King Terran," wheezed the dieing man, "the Scorpian knights of the south--are back..." He then slid to the floor twitching and moaning, then died.
A hall, moments before, had been filled with laughter and happiness. But was now filled with fear and concern. Two guards removed the corspe from the humid hall, while Azaron watched from a far. King Terran spoke harsh and unlike himself; "My friends, if this news of Scorpian knights returning from their defeat those years ago, is true...we must not panic."
"Is that what you call a speech my leige?" sniped Azaron.
"For all we know, this man could have been attacked by wolves or bandits. Or even the Red dragon crosairs! My king, you act with haste. I do not believe for one moment that this dead man is telling the truth."
"Azaron, you can not question my authority. You are here to offer advice, not run my kingdom yourself. Perhaps it is time you left." said king Terran coldly.
"NoOoOoo!" spat Azaron, "if you suspend me from my position as your advisor, you will be a very sorry man." said Azaron, preparing to leave the hall.
Suddenly to Azaron's depair, all the other knights in the hall began chanting; "Leave! Leave! Leave!"
"I will curse you for this outrage Terran you idiot!" spat Azaron clenching his hands into fists.
"How dare you speak to the king in that manner!" said someone, and everyone turned to face him...