John stood in small room within the castle which was decorated with red, plush sofas, and paintings of the royal family. He had been lead here by a guard and was now waiting for an audience with the king. If the king ever got up and chose to speak with him. He paced the room, going over the speech in his mine. He had been sent by his father, the current leader of the Doredenn clan, to make peace with the King of Theratin. A few weeks prior, an group of Elven scouts had killed a group of Theratin knights who had unwittingly trespassed on their land. Talk of war had been slight, but it was enough to throw Elrand Riverheart into a worried frenzy. As John paced the room he heard footsteps come towards the door. A short man with choppy, brown hair stepped in and said, "The king will see you now," and walked off, expecting John to follow him. John strode after the man, grateful that soon the talk of war would be silenced.