It was an overcast day in the Kingdom of Khura'in. People were milling about the streets, but there was clearly something about the atmosphere today. The people walked slowly, their heads bowed, their faces somber. Suddenly, a small group of people gathered around a street corner, their eyes lit up with determination. A loud cheer came from within the crowd as Dhurke Sahdmadhi emerged from a small alleyway, his face determined, his hair blowing in the wind.