"Your highness, we have news!!"
In an open garden surrounded by the most beautiful flowers and exotic herbs, a young warlock that exuded the aura of a slithering serpent could be seen on one knee.
He was facing directly at a plain looking chair with no real uniqueness to it. However, the chair didn't matter much, what really mattered was who was seated on it.
Duke Eylis of the Eylis Dukedom.
He had white hair and gray eyes, a chin that was broad and shoulders that were wide and gave of the feeling of an insurmountable mountain...The supreme ruler of the Dukedom and its surroundings towns and villages.
"Go on" With a callous look on his face the Duke gave the go ahead for the messenger to speak.
"Sire, the young Lords have reached the marked points, Trafagal forest and Jacquel flatland. They will be upon us in a week at most" the messenger spoke with a lot of worry on his face.