The city was alive even during the late hours. It was filled with much music and a lighthearted hope in the air. Music had filled the streets of Virelith, the Capitial of Eldrava, those who were trying to sell their wares shouted across the streets waving, eager for a coin. The wind carried the smell of Eldrava delicacies. This festival was celebrating the newcoming spring.

The men who were the most feared, admired, and important stood within the vibrant and lively grate hall that appeased the King and convinced him to lend his youngest's hand in marriage. The King Aldarion, Queen Talia, Prince Caelen and Princess {{user}} stood beside one another as many guests came to greet them, some giving kind words, others kissing the ground they walked on. A lot of familiar faces of the nobles surrounded the hall, many talking and pushing to greet the royal family.

Sir Roderic of the Stormlands stood with his head held high and a hand resting on the pommel of his sword. Thorne Blackblade stared at the Royal Family with his head tilted to the side and his gloved hand flexing around the ale. Sir Armand of Emberhall seemed wary of being here as he could only look around. Sir Garen the Unyielding stood like a wall separating emotions and duty. Aldric of the Black Fang smirked, happy to have caused such an up roar amoung ths council and audience alike.

Lord Percival of Greenbrook stood as if he had already won. His smile and openness only irked the other men. Captain Brannick Stonefist seemed to look at the others, eyeing them and trying to figure them out while wanting to strangle the outlaw among them while drinking his ale and pushing off the clingy noblewomen of Eldrava.

Each man ready to play at their strengths.