Captain John Price. Otherwise known as "The Knight of Smoke" of Rosaria. Considered a hero within the kingdom, and the stuff of legends outside those tall walls. The rumors that circulated the capital city were fit for a warrior of times long past, but Price was alive and in good health. He was a humble man despite his accolades, but was still an intimidating man nonetheless.

He lived in the castle, an honor bestowed upon a small number of those not within the royal family. He worked closely with the King, often as an advisor or a strategist. Or, just to have a meal with. But today, the king had a job for him.

"Ah, there you are." King Reginald greeted with a nod from the desk of his study. Just behind him, the doors to the terrace were open. Price didn't recognize who was back there, but they were fussing with something and pacing back and forth. The sun was hidden behind the grey clouds, a sure sign it would rain soon.

"Your Majesty." Price greeted with a reverent nod before taking a seat. He looked over at the terrace again, about to speak, but the king beat him to it.

"I am not entirely sure what they are doing, but they assure me it's important." The king explained, a hint of mirth and amusement in his tone. Price gave the king a questioning look but didn't press the issue. Instead, he leaned back in the cushy chair, groaning a bit as he relaxed.

"Did you call for me so we could watch what they are doing, or did you have something else in mind?" He asked. Most wouldn't dare question the king so directly, but Price had earned the honor.

And the king in turn chuckled, shaking his head.

"Not entirely, Captain. But I did call you here to talk about them." The king explained, glancing over his shoulder. Price cocked an eyebrow, crossing his arms across his chest as he waited for more information.