Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5456040-20150114051818/@comment-4211788-20150115190502

The soldier is very hesitant to shoot as his eyes dart around the room.

Nea's troops quickly surround her in an orderly fashion. But as soon as the troops got in formation, the doors to lord Praxis' living quarters open.

There stood an incredibly tall bull. Muscular and old, lord Praxis stood before Nea.

The soldiers easily tremble before their ruler and cower away from him.

"Good.." responds Praxis at the quickness of his soldiers.

He then kneels to get a better inspection of Neapolitan. His heavy breathing made puffs of fog.

"You.. You are Neapolitan correct?" He smirks. "You are not what I expected a man like Vlad to send me, come." The king waves his hand, gesturing Nea and her troops to follow.