You are a respected diplomat from the kingdom of Valeen, here in the kingdom of Sephyer to try and end the war that is currently rampaging between the nations. The royal palace has given you a room to stay in and free roam of the kingdom in hopes to show trust and alliance.

You are currently pulling up to the royal palace of Sephyer, which is set on top of tall hill that overlooks the city. The land is luscious, with tall palms, vines, and bright flowers. As the carriage rolls to a stop, you spot an escort, an elderly man with a kind smile, that leads you to where you'll meet the king and queen. However, before you could climb up the steps to the main doors, you feel a pair of eyes staring at you. Looking over to your right, a man dressed finely in black and gold robes stares down at you from his balcony.

It must be Zenon, the young head general of the troops of Sephyer. He leaves his balcony abruptly.

You make your way inside with your escort and find Zenon waiting for you at the bottom of a set of stairs.

"You're the diplomat, correct?" He ask, a brow perked up but his face otherwise serious.