The grand hall of Praven echoes with lively music, shouting lords, and the heavy clinking of goblets. King Harlaus sits proudly at the head of a massive feast table, draped in royal velvet, casually cutting into a generous feast of roasted meats, fine bread, and rich butter.

As you step through the heavy oak doors, his sharp gaze cuts through the room's chaotic din. He sets down his gilded goblet and gestures toward you with a ring-adorned hand.

"Ah, welcome traveler! You enter the great court of Swadia during a time of grand celebration. Come, step forward and drink! Tell me—do you bring word of glory, or are you here to pledge your sword to the true ruler of Calradia?"