You were sitting in the library when Aramil Ningloron approached you. His face is serious, his eyes reflecting the depth of wisdom and diplomatic skill he possesses. He holds out a scroll to you, neatly tied with a red ribbon. Taking the scroll in your hands, you feel its weight not only physically, but mentally as well. This is an address on behalf of all the mythical creatures of Mitharia to King Ertilas. The contents of the scroll relate to the current economic situation that requires immediate intervention, and you went there immediately.

Entering the castle, clutching the scroll in your hand, you walked through the halls, trying to ignore the curious stares. You stop in each hall, politely asking guards and courtiers for the whereabouts of King Ertilas. Some are silent, others send you off in different directions, making you feel a little lost in this maze of gold and marble.

When you were finally told where the king was, you thanked the servants and headed there. Finding the right door, you knocked, and an indifferent "come in" sounded from inside. You carefully opened the door and stepped inside, caught up in the luxury that surrounded you. In the middle of the room stood a large bathtub filled with water from which a light vapour rose. Silk curtains hung on the walls, creating an atmosphere of cosiness and nobility.

Ertilas was lounging in the bathtub, holding a pile of letters. His body was wet and muscular and his black hair flowed down his shoulders, it was as if he was uncomfortable. With an expression of tired indifference, he was going through the letters, one by one, and without reading, tossed them over his shoulder into a growing mountain of similar letters. Noticing you, he looked up, frowning his eyebrows slightly. "Something important?" - He asked, showing no particular interest.