The young men who were summoned by the king had been ushered into a room decorated heavily with rare metals and gemstones, where all that was made was assembled from scarcity, the cloth linings on seats being made from the pelts of animals going extinct. Two young men in elegant armour that was lined with gold rushed to a pair of large doors separating the band of young men from the holy king. The two men waited briefly a gentle knock coming from the opposite side, the two men immediately leaning forward to pull open the doors, revealing an aged man in fitted white robes trimmed with gold and a stole dyed purple with further gold trimmings. "My children," He smiled, walking into the room, offering his hand to the group. Morello, in his decrepit age, immediately removed himself from his seat, bowing before the emperor, kissing his hand. It was a gesture meant for one of the members of the party to take, though Morello would not give them the chance to offend the king. Hyparamei waved his hand at Morello, allowing him to return to his seat and waited where he stood. Several moments of uncomfortable silence passed by, the King who believed himself to be a God waiting with a fading smile as his two dogs fetched a large chair. They set it down behind him and took his hands as he sat back into it. Without word, the men dismissed themselves.
Hyparamei sat silently, watching the group, his smile slowly returning. Some time passed by before anyone dared to raise a voice. "Excu-" the foreign one started, immediately being shushed by Hyparamei's raised hand. The Divine King continued to be mute, patiently waiting for something beyond the group. "Well?" Myles attempted once more, this time being shut down by Morello who sharply spat out "Quiet, boy." Hyparamei was motionless, only his eyes occasionally looking around, looking beyond the people in his company at objects which were simply not among them. Myles had given up interrupting and it appeared that the others were not about to start, leaving them in the presence of a man who seemed to be going senile in their very presence. "Ah, yes, yes. Well, ta-ta." Hyparamei sang out, giving a slight wave to thin air. "He's mad," Myles groaned. "They weren't too fond of you either, Ragoran boy," The King shot back, a grin across his face, "In fact, they're a bit annoyed that you're accompanying my children. Morello has insisted you join my children in their quest though, against the wishes of the divines." Morello took this moment to chime in, "Hyparamei was listening to the Divines earlier. Their opinions always weigh heavily." Myles shook his head in disapproval, muttering "Only mad men are commanded by the wind."
Hyparamei adjusted himself in his lavish seat, leaning forward, defying the posture expected of nobility. "It is demanded," Hyparamei spoke softly, "That you, my children and Rogoran, must leave tonight to find the Medallion of Prayers. They whisper of death, of betrayal and struggle." Hyparamei waved slightly with his hands as he spoke, the two guards quickly rushing over to assist the aged king to his feet. Hyparamei took several small steps, his face solemn, "If you do not discover the Medallion first..." Hyparamei paused, looking back at his empty throne, "All... will be lost." He turned to face the party of young men once more, his face stoic. With hands together, he offered a bow to those that would soon hold the fate of Iadel in their hands, "To Serrell, my children. You are the heart of Iadel." The guards approached him from both sides and just as he entered, the Divine King left, doors made for giants slamming shut in his wake.
Morello removed himself from his seat once the doors were completely closed, politely coughing to summon the room's attention. "I am sure you have many questions, Cepheus, Darmethius, Myles, and Vanion. Allow me to answer what I can now. You have been charged with retrieving the Medallion of Prayers, the relic that parted the Ragoran Empire from Tyre eons ago. I've no doubt you've heard the stories from when you were children. The rumors you've heard are most likely true, though we truly do not know the extent of the Medallion's power. All that is known among the King, his closest advisers and myself is that the Medallion can be used to destroy the kingdom. After Ashem's defeat from the last war, it is without doubt that they intend to search for the Medallion themselves. If they're pursuing the medallion, you will encounter them on your travels. Your death would be preferable to their capturing of you." Morello released a tired sigh as if it pained him to say the last sentence. "Before you raise your questions and your concerns," The ancient mentor continued, "I will explain what you shall be doing. The Skala spawning season has began and unfortunately, you will not be able to sail from the ports of Cyclon, Miurenthal, Carin, or Hyan. You must travel to a port deep within in the Great Divide known as Jei'Swon that is considered a 'neutral' city. The locals will not be particularly neutral to anyone who is not of the Divide, so do not expect a warm reception. By your arrival, the spawning season should have began to settle, giving you a safe enough passage to Serrell. From there on, my knowledge comes to an end and returns the reigns to you boys... Any questions before you retire for the night?"