Dargeryan Antonionne stood firmly atop the castle tower, overlooking the plains. They would come soon, like a plague they would devour everything in their path. Tonight, House Antonionne would form a pact with another powerful family in a bid to win the war against the nefarious necromancer that only grew stronger by the day.

"Sir," a servant cautiously approached, "he will be here soon." Dargeryan dismissed the servant with a nod and headed down the spiral stairway to the great hall where dinner was served on a large banquet table. His father, the king was already seated, surrounded by several of his highest ranked war generals. Dargeryan took seat at this father's right. "Who are they sending?" He asked, intrigued. "Sebastian," the king responded, "one of their most capable warriors."

Sebastian Malheart had arrived late as always. He didn't much care for time restrictions, he merely arrived when he felt the time was right and good. Sebastian walked up to the large doors and pounded on the brass knocker. "Hullo?" He yelled loudly as a servant opened the door, "I am Sebastian Malheart....I believe I'm expected?" He said walking past the servant with a chuckle, "Mind pointing the way for me?" He said as he continued to walk.

The servant lead Sebastian down a large hall and through a door way to the dinning area where many men were seated. "Umm, Hullo?" He said loudly to get their attention. These men seemed...Meaner than what he was usually around, But you never know, maybe they were merry as he was, "I'm Sebastian Malheart."

The king and his council greeted their guest as he was ushered in by a servant - one by one, the men introduced themselves. Dargeryan acknowledged him with a sympathetic nod. "Sebastian," King Antonionne said," you're the best warrior your house has produced and will be, along with my son, Dargeryan, at the head of our joint platoon. Our scouts have reported that an enemy force of about two thousand is only several days away."

"Father," Dargeryan interrupted rather abruptly, "how exactly do we plan to stop them before they reach our city walls?"

The king dismissed his son's insolence by raising a finger. "That is where you and Sebastian must prove yourselves worthy of leading our nations to victory over our common enemy. We have reasons to suspect that a powerful wizard lies deep within the woodlands to the north. this wizard is our only chance at preparing a barrier to keep our people safe from dark magic."

Sebastian took off his helmet when greeting the men and sat down at the end opposite of the king at the table. He listened to every word the king said and chuckled at the prince when he tried to speak. Sebastian took a few seconds to himself before answering, "I can managed that quest." He said with a large grin fit for a jester, "And I assume this one here is going wth me?" He said pointing to the kings son.

Sebastian stood up and walked to him and begain to look him around. Sebastian was shorter than he was, no near as muscled, and seemed not near as brooding. "This should be fun." Sebastian said extending his hand.

Dargeryan was entertained by their guest's nonchalance. He accepted the handshake and squeezed tightly as only he knew how. "That is correct," the king reaffirmed, "he will accompany you. You leave at dawn so I suggest you both get a good rest. Supplies and two of our finest war horses will be prepared for you."

"Sebastian, any trouble along the way?" Dargeryan asked as he cut into a piece of meat and shoved it in his mouth with his fork. "I realize you pass through Huntsman's Basin, last I heard the place was plagued with Darkspawn..."

Sebastian was still nursing his hand from the handshake as he ate slowly, "The key word there my friend, /was/...And then I passed through there." He said bragging about his swordsmanship. "Really wasn't too much trouble, They didn't land a single blow." He was using his dinning knife to demonstrate how he had used his blade, "Darkspawn are simple, Its dark lurkers you need to worry about."

Sebastian sat back down and reached out to pull a roasted duck in front of him, "And what of you? Any /grand/ battles as of late?" He said half mocking half serious to the large man in front of him.