Keith walked through the hall leading towards the throne room. He had, yet another, report of a ransacked caravan, which was supposed to arrive this morning and bring iron ore, which is mined in a mine not too far from the kingdom. While the distance isn't such of a problem, the close proximity of the lands of Razgar are. The people were killed and the ore was stolen. Only the sounds of his armored, heavy boots echoed through the hall, as he nodded to the guards, guarding the throne room doors. Slightly bursting through them, he approached the throne, kneeling down for his king. "Your royal highness ..." He said while kneeling, as the king Arman IV raised his eyes towards Keith. "You may stand, Keith. Tell me, what do you have to report?" Keith stood up and looked at the king. "I have investigated the road through which the caravan was due to arrive this morning. With an uneasy heart, I have to report that the caravan was ransacked and the people were murdered. There were only horses still alive and well, which I brought with me and put them in the stables." He did really feel for those people, while the supplies mean't nothing to Keith. He formed his hands into fists with anger, as he reported this in the most respective way possible. King Arman bashed the throne with his fist as he raised his voice. "Again?! Those savages! Now they're trying to cut our basic supplies and above it all, kill innocent workers? Cowards! I knew my ancestors should have wiped them out! If they did ... All of this wouldn't have happened and we wouldn't have to deal with this issue today." After that, he rested his head on his palm, as he thought for a few moments and then looked at Keith. "This is what we'll do ... You'll accompany the next caravan and after that one is safe in our hands ... Attack their caravan and kill everyone. Don't let a single 'monster' alive." Keith nodded as he replied. "It shall be done, my king..." After that, they were discussing where to ambush the caravan and how to deal with some other, minor affairs. "I wonder where the other ... Members are." thought Keith as the king looked around, like he'd be expecting more people.

News of war freshly meets the Ragr settlement. The Drake overlord, Azarth has commanded his finest warriors to take arms against the Armanian union. The settlement elder has assembled the majority of the population to the centre to give off the announcement. Young and old gather to hear the reports. "Finally war has broken out between the factions! Razgar has informed Azarth to join him for a war to end all wars. Annihilation of the Armanian union is close! Azarth has sent word for the Ragr warriors to march once again! Take arms my children for victory is now ours to grasp!" The town elder shouts. The crowds go wild with excitement for this is their true point in time to honour their god Waak. Soladaak stood proud and might as the news hits hard. He will be ready to spill the blood of his foe once again and this time, no mistakes.

"Again?" They both thought as they plummeted through the cosmos. Iraeviel and Meristophene barely had enough time to rest before they were, yet again, thrown for a loop.
When the blurring stopped they found themselves by a wrecked caravan, corpses were strewn around the area. The pair glanced at each other and Meristophene transformed into her human self, much less menacing than a huge dragon. They did not know how the inhabitants of this place would react to a dragon and it is after all, better to be safe than sorry.

While Iraeviel searched the caravan for a clue as to where they were, Meristophene examined the tracks leading to and from the wreckage.
"Hey, Meris. You should come see this." Iraeviel found a ledger describing the missing contents and their destination. "The Armanian Union? Well, we're definitely not on Midgard anymore."

Meristophene nodded her agreement and went back to searching the tracks for clues, they appeared to go off into the wilderness. "Do you think we should follow these, Irae? It could be worth getting some supplies, we don't know where we are or how far away we are from a town." Iraeviel jumped down from one of the wagons and stood next to Meristophene, at another glance they agreed and began walking in the direction of their quarry.

Black and silver iron clicked quietly, against the marble floors. Though it made a gentle tap,tap, tap with each step, to the human guards it would sound almost silent in the Great Hall. Long golden blonde hair swept side to side with her brisk walk. Armor shifted slightly with the weight of a large elvish blade. The handle was made of some strange material as green glowing runes marked both sides of the sword. It was nearly five foot in total length. Smoke-grey eyes turned almost blue as they glistened from the light.

She looked from side to side, watching as the guards shifted into a defensive stance. Yes, her kind was not welcome here.. She was a dark elf, born and semi-raised. Her very existance in the kingdom was not without complications. Her lips turned up in a sweet smile as she watched the guards shift to avoid her as she made her way through the halls. Her armored hand tightened around her sword's handle. There would be no way that she would let her guard drop in this place.

She burst through the throne room doorway, making her way closer to the king. Her eyes glistened as they settled on Keith, though she looked away to focus on the man behind him. Walking closer, she put her right hand over her chest and bowed her head slightly. "M'lord, King." She began, her voice whisping across the room as she spoke. Her voice was gentle and soothing, there was a reason that the females of her kind were considered to be succubi in many areas of the world... Where they still existed. "My name is Kilune. Tsuake of the light realm sent me to your kingdom. His lordship said that you were in need of someone of ...special... heritage for a matter of up most importance." She bowed slightly more to the king. "I am here to serve you, Majesty."

"My lord, glorious combat awaits. Word has just arrived that Razgars men had ambushed and sacked an Armanian Convoy carrying precious ores to the capital. There were no survivors, surely this will stir the foolish king into a frenzy, igniting a war between the two nations over the great divide that separates us. Lord Draxis, what is your command?" A lowley shade spoke to the lord of Vigil's Keep, expecting a slow response since Lord Draxis was usually careful in his thought in most matters concerning Razgar's horde. "We will mobilize our troops here and meet the Armanians in the field first. Razgar will not get to keep his glory for himself, and I will claim my own victory over the cowardly dogs of the Armanian highborn. Their king will bleed from my blade and he will suffer my wrath from his ancestors doing. There is not much time, send word the the Drake Overlord. Tell them that I intend to be on the frontlines of battle and intend to wet my blade with the blood of these greedy and wretched humans. They will taste the wrath of the undead legions." With that bold statement, Lord Draxis rose from his seat at the head of the table in his Great Hall, and grabbing his helmet from atop the mantle behind him. "Ready my steed, and tell the Dethsworn to meet me in the courtyard, We ride tonight and will push until there are no more humans to stain this land." A cruel and harsh tone came to his voice anty time he mentioned human-kind. He loathed their greed and desired nothing more than to see them destroyed. As Draxis descended the steps of his fortress to the armory, a great darkness enveloped him and the stairwell, and the form of his Lich-Lord appeared to him. "Draxis, do not be foolish, your arrogance is controlling you and this will be your end if you pursue this alone. Wait for Razgar's men to weaken their forces, then strike while the Armanians are routed.You will surely win the day if you bide your time, and you will have your vengeance and your price will be paid. Do not let yourself get lost in your hatred in this moment. The time will come my friend, but that time is not now." The voice spoke, but Draxis kept going. "Your words will not stop me, Baphomet. I know my strength and I know the strength of the legion you have granted me. The humans and their allies cannot beat us, the cannot kill us and they will quake in fear at the sight of us. The Legions of Felwind will not be culled and will not be put down by some peasants and their sticks.We will rise again and we will win. And you cannot stop me." The tone of defiance was strong, but he spoke with confidence and was true to his own feelings on the matter. A short time after, Baphomet let out a sigh and spoke one last time. "Then you go once again to your grave, you will not be without my help. But be wary, I will not aid you without the presence of Razgars horde." With that, the darkness lifted, and all that surrounded Draxis now was the pale light of flickering torches ahead, marking the armory.

As Draxis flung the door open, his elite guard, the Dethsworn, were preparing and putting on their armor. Each warrior bore a different crest and motif on their armor, ranging from a fearsome looking gargoyle to the likeness of pure cold itself. The twelve warriors of his elite core were prepared for battle soon after he strode into the room, commanding their attention. "We ride tonight into Armanian lands to take back what was stolen from us... to take back our old homes and castles. They may be centuries old, but we still hold claim to those places. I will not rest until our blades have drank the blood of the royal family of King Arman. His time is nigh and death is coming for him like a dagger in the night. We will not stop until the land is stained with their blood and cleansed of human existence. We will take from them, their greed and lust. Rip away their pride and let them envy our power. They will know what true wrath is, for they know not of real wrath. The sloth-like, gluttonous, over fed and lazy human dogs will know true fear! AND WE SHALL STRIKE IT INTO THEIR HEARTS AND MINDS! They will know that the Legions of Felwind are coming for them, and they will know that we cannot be stopped. Tonight we ride! We ride for Victory! For Vengeance! None may stand before us! None shall call us cowards for waiting and biding our time... No one will look at us in history and saw that we acted in cowardice, slaying the weakened while we remained strong. Our fearsome power will last through the ages!" Draxis shouted as he wrapped his plated fingers around the hilt of his great blade, raising it above his head. "Mount of my brothers, for now we begin the endless march!" With a great and terrifying roar, the warriors of the Dethsworn raised their blades alongside of their lord, marching out of the armory and to the stables where their pale warhorses sat, waiting to be ridden evermore into battle for conquest. “This will not end until I see his head mounted upon his own throne. His bloodline has come to its end and his ancestors will feel my wrath.” He muttered as he climbed atop his skeletal mount, draped in a similar armor to his own. His horse bore little flesh and muscle, and seemed frail at first glance, but upon closer inspection, a grim magic gave it great power and gave it an air of darkness about it. Draxis pressed his mount forward, and with each menacing step the steed tool, the ground beneath its hooves decayed and began to die. No life would be left in its wake and Draxis would be the herald to this new wave of destruction.

Arman looked past Keith as heard the doors burst open again and he watched this elf girl walk towards the throne. As she spoke, he listened to what she had to say. Raising his eyebrow, he responded "Tsuake of the light realm ey? Well, well... Every addition to the cause can prove quite worthy and can be the deciding factor between victory and defeat." Brushing his trimmed beard he smiled. "You shall be of great use, young one. I presume you know what's going on by now, as the word spread through the lands of crimes and savagery caused by these ... Beasts ... We need to put a stop to them at once. You shall accompany Keith to secure the next caravan and ensure it's safe return." As he said that, his eyes fixed on Keith, who already showed signs of disapproval. "After that is accomplished, I want you two ambushing their shipment and eliminating it from this world, as well as scout their mines. How well guarded they are, the position and how many peo- beasts are working there. I reckon you can two can do that." Keith bowed his head as he spoke "Majesty, I don't think that's such a good idea." he then motioned towards Kilune with his right hand. "She just bursted in the throne room! How do we know she speaks the truth?" The king chuckled as he responded "That's why I'm putting her out there with you. You're my right hand and the general. Go now and report to me when the task is done. No objections now, Keith." Keith sighed as he looked at her with an annoyed expression on his face. He disliked every race there was ... Well, except humans. He didn't act hostile towards the Armanian Union members, however. "So be it, then. It shall be done, my lord." he said as he bowed again, turned around and stopped exactly next to her, their shoulders almost touching. Looking at the exit, he said "Let's go now, unless you have something to sort out first... ." and walked off, pushing the doors out of the way. "Now we're putting our trust in Elves and what not? What is he thinking?" Keith whispered to himself in slight anger as he walked through the hall towards the staircase that lead to the ground floor and eventually to the exit of the castle. His Deathbringer rustled slightly on his back, due to the heavy weight and enormous size. He stood at 6'5'' and his greatsword was around 7'3'' long, including the hilt. Due to his inhuman strength, he gets a lot of comments regarding his heritage, which enrages him greatly as he is completely human. The reason behind his strength is unknown.

"How much farther do you think this trail goes?" They had been walking for a while and the sun had moved quite a bit, they hadn't seen any other people so far. Iraeviel shrugged at Meristophene's question but stopped short, she could hear talking ahead. Meris heard it as well and went ahead, keeping low in the bushes while Iraeviel stayed behind. It wasn't much further until Meris saw the beginnings of a large camp of non-humans, orcs and trolls stacking crates of what she assumed were the missing supplies.

"I think I found the missing supplies, I'm not sure how many orcs are here though." She telepathically relayed the information to Iraeviel as she headed back to her hiding spot. On arriving there, she noticed Iraeviel had drawn her sword and readied herself to fight. "No 'Rae! We don't know what they're capable of! We should go back to the caravan. C'mon." Meris grabbed Iraeviel by the hand and began to walk quickly in the opposite direction of the camp, back the way they came.

Iraeviel stopped short however and pulled her hand out of Meristophene's grip. "What of the supplies though!? We could be leagues from civilization with no food or water to get us through the distance!" she gestured back in the direction of the non-human's camp with her sword. "Well, I'll carry us the distance back to the caravan and follow the road back to where it came from, there's sure to be people there." "We still don't know how far away we are, the place where the shipment came from could be any distance away from the wreck."
"We can search for it in the air, come on, or I'll carry you in my claws!" Meris retorted. "Fine, you win." Begrudgingly, she followed Meristophene to a clearing they passed by earlier.

When they reached the clearing, Meristophene transformed into her dragon self and urged Iraeviel to get on so they could reach the caravan before the sun went down. Iraeviel seated herself in her usual position and Meristophene took off speeding back to the location of the caravan, keeping herself as low as possible to the treeline and using her wind magic to guide her further and faster without the need to beat her wings. It wasn't long before they reached their original position, once there Meristophene shot up vertically in the air and scouted their surroundings. She spotted what appeared to be a mine several miles away, she lowered herself back down to the ground and transformed back into a human and hoped no one had seen her as a dragon. They began the trek to the mine and hopefully a town.

Razgar was uneasy as he sat on his throne, according to the most recent reports from the scouts the Union was gathering supplies for a massive mobilization and the raids on their caravans were doing almost nothing to stop it nor delay it. All messenger's were killed at the border and he could not contact King Arman.
Calling an aide forward he dictated a note to the leader's of other groups, to send a representative to agree on a course of actions to survive the tide of humanity and their allies. When the letters where completed he called a member of the royal guard forward. "Kodag you have served me loyally and honorably for many years, it is time for your son to enter my service I have a messages for him to deliver to the leaders of the Drakes and Lichborne.

Shaking the last dregs of sleep from his mind when his father entered his dwelling Drosta quickly dressed while listening to the mission from the warchief, after getting a fast mount he set of to the lands of the Lichborne. Not liking being surrounded by the dead and undeparted he quickly made his way to the castle when he encountered Draxis leading a collum of warriors. Sliding off of his mount he went down on one knee and held the message out to Draxis "Lord Lichborne my war chief would like to hold council with you."

Draxis reined in his mount, staring down at the brutish looking orc, his misty blue eyes staring down at Drosta from behind the grim visage of his helm. “Spit it out Orc scum, I do not have time to wait.” He spoke harshly, wondering what Razgar’s Guard Captains mutt had to say. “I do not have the patience for your brutish tongue, so be out with your message. Our Death March has started and we are not interested in halting just to heed the orders of a lowborn greenskin runt.” He was rude, yes, but he hated the orcs almost as much as the humans… if he weren’t bound to his word to slay the human plague, he would have just as quickly turned on Razgar, but the Hordes were a means to an end according to Baphomet. Draxis had no plans to listen to whatever Razgar had to say, it was no concern to him. The Legion of Felwind would not be grinded to a halt just because some Orc Warlord decided to tell him to not press his attack. “Well, come on… You don’t have a lifetime to tell me this message.”

The deep roar and grumble from his chest sounded off a echo from within the cave. Stirring wind around the mountain side whistled a dangerous tune through out the frozen tundra. Hibernation as been Yeti's only activity for many moon... But so much was about to change as he felt the calling.

“RROOAAARRRRR”, the cave shook with a violent tension most would not believe. So without farther a due the beast of with a appetite for war unlike any other. Yeti tore out of his place of hiding in search of fellow Razgar brethren.

He did seem to be several days days behind the others and even completely late to start of what could be the next war. Yeti had heard from others that a war had once again broke out during his travels across the mountains to the union.

As it did take several days in fact to catch up to the massive gathering of war. Yeti done what was needed to be done first. He longed to take to the battle field. However; making his way to the tent of his king and leader to find out where he was needed.

Echo stood in the Healer's room. She was sorting through herbs, separating them into piles based on their usefulness and what treatments they were for. The ones for wounds, infections on the like she kept in the front for easy reach and the ones less important like for stomach ailments and such were at the back. The Nymph glanced around, noting how not many of the others were in the room. The child shrugged and went back to her sorting, her unique green eyes glowing slightly in the lighting.

Gritting his teeth in anger anger he stood up "Razgar wants to seek your advice in a council of war but I see you have your own plans so I will let the war chief know that you wish no part in this." Throwing the scroll on the ground he turned away and mounted his horse and started away. His enthusiasm for the mission severely dampened and wanting to split this corpse in half, but he still had a mission to do and could not die here fighting an large amount of dead. He vowed to tell Razgar about this arrogant corpses insult and to implore him to make preparations for an even greater threat and set out for the drakes settlement.

As the Yeti entered the tent and the temperature dropped a couple degrees Razgar looked up in surprise as he thought that the creature had perished many years ago. Quickly recovering he stood up." We have not see hide nor hair of your kind in many years, I thought that your kind was eradicated by the humans and most of the younger ones consider you a myth. Come sit and eat with me and I would like to hear what you have been doing since you disappeared."

The warriors acknowledged what to do, to march into battle. They all spotted each other in the crowd frenzy and looked at each other with the deepest understanding. That could be their last moments as city guards, now they are soldiers and in the most devastating war to come. It will scorn the earth and leave the mud stain red with blood. Each of them went back to their homes and suited up in their identical armours and weaponry. Gathering in the city centre where the crowd was cheering them on and celebrating their bravery, they mounted large wildebeest looking creatures, packing supplies and fitting their helmets. "Ragr brothers! We ride as one!" The guard chief Ammok shouted. The warriors raise their sword high in the air as the large oak gates creaked open. Armed and ready for battle, The Ragr warriors ride to Tizt, the Drake capital. There the Drake forces will assemble and support Razgar's forces in battle. The wildebeest's kicked up dirt as they stormed through the open gates. Crowds still heard cheering in the distance.

Kilune looked to the king and nodded without reply. She paused as Keith stood next to her. "Let's go now, unless you have something to sort out first..." She bristled slightly at his tone. How dare he speak to her in such a manner? She sharply spun on one heel and followed through the doorway. Her ears twitched, her exceptional hearing picking up his low whispers. "Now we're putting our trust in Elves and what not? What is he thinking?"

Oh yes, Keith was angry. It didn't take elvish senses to gather that much. Dark grey eyes narrowed on the man's back. Well, if he didn't trust her that was just fine by her. She would prove to him that "Elves and what not" could be counted on just as much as a human, if not more. She held tightly to her sword hilt, resisting the urge to make some snippy comment. And humans called elves rude and high strung.

She looked to him curiously as she watched the blade on Keith's back. She raised an eyebrow as she walked next to him, easily keeping pace with his broad steps. "How is it that you, a mere human, can weild such a weapon?" Her eyes narrowed on him a bit, "Does your history have non-human relations?" She looked forward as they walked. "Not that your family tree interests me, it is simply unusual to see such a task done with what seems to be such ease from a human." She cut her eyes to the side to glance at him, attempting to hide her curiosity.

Keith walked as Kilune caught up to him. He braced himself as she asked him of his heritage. His mind got plagued by the memories and unsolved mysteries, but it just made him angry, as she, like many others, doubted his heritage. Clenching his teeth together and forming his palms into fists, he responded. "I shall not discuss my family history with anyone ... Especially not with a newcomer Elf." He puffed after that, trying to calm down a bit and spoke yet again, a bit more calm. "I'm a human. Always been and always will be."

Approaching the circular staircase, he descended the stairs and continued towards the exit. Before leaving the castle, he turned his head left, eyeing the beautiful Kingdom of Armania's coat of arms, which was hanging on the wall, being the first thing you see when you set foot into he castle. A slight smile formed on his face as he put his right hand on his chest, as a sign of respect and honour to his homeland. After that, he left the castle and walked on the street, turning his head left and right, watching kids play and parents work in different professions. "We have to protect these people and ensure they have a bright future ahead, without any intrusion from the 'monsters' outside of these borders." he said casually, talking to both himself and Kilune, as they were approaching the city gates.

Kilune shrugged at his human comment. It was no concern of hers, and he looked upset at her inquiry. She watched curiously at Keith's action as they made their way past Armania's coat of arms. She looked at it for a long moment before turning and walking away from it without a second glance. She had no land to call her 'home'. She was a drifter, sent where was needed.. Nothing more. She tensed thinking of her upbringing.

"We have to protect these people and ensure they have a bright future ahead, without any intrusion from the 'monsters' outside of these borders." She glanced around. These were hard working people trying to make due. They just wanted a way to live their lives in peace.. They didn't deserve to be attacked and slaughtered for no reason. Anger boiled deep.

"I agree. These people... Those children... They all come first. They deserve the ability to live and thrive in peace." She relaxed her grip on the weapon on her hip as they approached the city gates. She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck. "I'd be lying if I said I'm not looking forward to getting even with those scumbags that attacked the innocent."

Draxis huffed under the mask of his helm and turned to his Dethsworn, eyeing each of them. “Fine, We will play this game for now… but we will tell Razgar of our intentions for the human king. He will know that we will not stop until I have taken the foolish king’s head.” He hissed at the Orc as he made haste to leave. “Riders, I shall join you later, but for now we must make haste for the Orc Lords camp. We will use that as our base of operations, and give Razgar the illusion that he can trust us.” Draxis seemed amused that the Orc Warlord wanted to know what Draxis thought, though the last time they met; he made it perfectly clear how he felt about the humans. Nonetheless, Draxis rode forth to the camp that Razgar and his men had set up on the fields of battle. The ride was several hours long, but he made it there in due haste to give his council to the king of the orcs and their hordes. Draxis strode into Razgars tent, feeling a noticeable chill and a slightly pungent odor that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but the stench of a yeti. “I see that your Abominable Snowman has arrived, Warchief Razgar. And you seek my council as much as this beast? I am flattered.” Draxis spoke with contempt for the uncivilized beast. There wasn’t much that he trusted about these warm blooded beings. They were driven by the most primal desires to eat and feel something more than just pure, unadulterated fury. A moment went by when Draxis thought that Razgar was just planning to order him around, but the old Orc knew better than that… didn’t he?

His accounting to his king were overly brief. The most the Yeti had done was make small amount of mischief in his lands causing avalanches, along with a few other natural snow related disasters. Also, he made a small mention of the the loch ness monster was causing title waves once more. Along with Bigfoot who was running around Europe being referred by the media as a man eating horror.

Just as another charged through the tents opening and begun sputtering nonsense. But, once Draxis referred to Yeti in such a remark, but more so in the tone he used was enough to cause him to lose his cool.

Being referred as beast which he felt was meant as a offense more so than anything else. Yeti jolted up right with a low yet hearty rumble from his chest. As he then turned to the King “ Your orders, old friend?”.

Yeti would tell the accounting of his kind on another date. His body motion said enough about him at this point. Yeti was ready to leave; and rip something or anybody in half. Yeti also took note of the cold that was creeping in just as he saw a few flakes of snow make their way to the ground outside the tent.

Her sorting now finished, Echo decided to go walk around, seeing as no one needed immediate attention. She padded to the door and opened it, walking out of the room. The child walked down the hall, happily turning her face to the sun that shined through the windows. She closed her eyes slightly, a rather foolish thing to do when walking. But luckily she didn't trip, bump into anyone or fall down the stairs and soon she reached the doors leading out of the castle. The small Nymph exited to the doors and skipped down the steps, happy to be in the sunlight; the Healers rooms could get so cramped sometimes.

So enjoying herself was she that she really wasn't paying attention that she bumped into someone(Kilune). Echo let out a silent gasp as she stumbled backwards slightly, strange green eyes shooting up to see who she had ran into. Her eyes widened when she realized this women was an elf and upon recognizing Keith Echo hastily dropped into a curtsy, eyes fixed firmly onto the ground.

Chuckling at the trouble caused by the yeti Razgar and taking note of the creature causing the tidal waves, when Draxis entered his tent. Responding to Yeti first "If you head to the east you will find a valley where you can rest, it is only a short walk away and the place is infested with rock wolves it should help to work the kinks out of your arms. After you make your dwelling come back I have a way to make use of your special skills" Sighing and turning to Draxis he stood up and eyed him warily, he had not changed in appearance no attitude. "I am surprised that you came Draxis, sit and we will talk." Sitting down and grabbing a goblet he stared into the cup. "I did not seek the Yeti's council he came of his own accord and he was a great asset in the last war. But I did not ask you to come to argue, I would like for you to hear me out. Your Lichborne are numerous and completely loyal to you so i would like it if you went and attacked the elfs and their allies. Their forest can play tricks on the living but not the dead." Taking a drink out of the goblet he thought to himself, that this will keep two dangerous groups away from his throat.

After leaving the stench of the dead far behind him Drosta kicked his mount into a full gallop making it to Tizit. When he showed the message to the guard at the gate he was let into the city, after he entered the city he saw a group of zealot Drakes who seemed to be in kind of religious fervor in the center of the city. Seeing all of the preparations that were being made it was obvious that they intended to ride to war. Approaching a drake in full armour "Excuse me would you kindly point me to your leaders residence, I have a message from my war chief."