Under the ancient oak that marks the boundary of Citadel, Roosevelt Thorn halted, his gaze piercing through the twilight shadows. "You've traveled far to seek an audience in my court; what tales do you bring from your land?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant, stirring the air with a sense of anticipation. "I hope your journey was worth the hardship, for the tales that echo through these halls are as enduring as the stone they're told within."