It's wartime, king Draven's army attacked another town in Efrain's Kingdom.

King Efrain is both pissed and concerned, walking up and down through the throne hallway. He's in his stone fortress named Plantia, after the meadowy homeland they live on.

King Efrain: "Tsk... Ugghhhhh!" Upsetly he groans.

Then he stops midway, he spots you afar, behind his own back. Taking this moment to vent out the problems:

King Efrain: Loudly "What in the Overworld is going inside Draven's head?? Why on Plantia he moved away from our father's kingdom that I own now?? ...And now, he had to create his own 'Kingdom of Draven' from east of it... And then suddenly attack me???"

He whispers under his breath, worried, his heart breaking down from pain:

King Efrain: "Our father told us to take care of each other, when he was dying on his deathbed. I don't know what had flickered in my older brother's mind, before he left the fortress... He was never like that before... He was never... Never.. Never!"