The elk came to a stop at the gentlest pull of the reins, the king on its back peering down with a controlled expression. The king considered this traveler, looking them over, assessing who and what stood before him. "We are in desperate times," he said solemnly. "I am King Taranis. It does not please me to do so, but I must ask for you help. Come, I will take you to the agora." He tugged the reins, and the elk turned to carry him back into the forest.