It was raining. And on the muddy fields of Hallsenber there were many cheerful faces. They all celebrated him, and even the rain couldn't break their morale. He tried to look at the town once again before they leave, but he failed. The gloomy weather, and the cosy warmth inside made it almost impossible to see throught he glass. He could cach a few gliumpse of happy faces, then with a sudden pull the carriage started. It was nothing extraordinary, but it was mighty enough for a man like him. It was padded with finest leatherworks from Halsen, and two beautiful white mares in leather clothes pulled it. 

He sat down on his chair and took a deep breath. The carriage was big enough to fit a coffe table, an armchair and a small bookshelf. He poured a glass of tea for himself and took a sip. Fine Halsen tea. He put the cup back on the table, then grabbed the book that was lying on the table. He opened it with a small sigh. The trip was long, and the book was thick. Even the ride through the familiar wheat fields and animal stocks, looked grim. Heavy fog slept on the lands, and one could barely see anything. With a small sigh he starte reading the book, his minds filled with thoughts.

A loud knock. Then another. Suddenly Thrall woke up and looked out the window. They arrived at the capital. What a cheerful bunch these people are. All the happy faces throwing rocks at them. Pathetic. His book was in his lap, and it was nearly finished. But he read all he wanted to read. He closed the book and put it back on the shelf. He wanted to pour another cup of tea, but no tea was left. With a small sigh, he put the cup back, slightly opened the curtains.

He wanted to look out the window, but he feared that one of the angry folks would hit him. He quickly gave up this idea, with the fear of  dying before achieving anything here. Or even having to lie in bed for weeks. Just as he gave up the idea, he saw another ambassador getting hit by a stone. It was Ella Halore, and she quickly pulled his head back, leaving a faint flower drop to the ground. She was always of a proud and egoic nature. As much as he was a silent and peaceful nature, he wished that the stone was bigger, or the villager more accurate. 

He pulled the curtains back, and grabbed another book. It was much smaller, and was covered in carved leather. He opened it and started to flip the pages. After some searching he wrote something on a page fairly empty. With a gloomy face, he looked through the narrow gap in the curtains.
It was a very hot day.

After a long trip to the palace, they finally arrived. His back was aching painfully, and every step was hard to make. The servants opened the door, and took his luggage. He nodded at the servant who opened the door, making it bow even harder. With small and careful steps he followed the others inside, after the steward finished his speech.

The Hallway was long and axtravagant. He was used to simple designs, and this hallway bred a small disgust in him. Soon they reached the throne room, and the new king. A young child of proud nature. He wanted to play the adult, yet he clearly failed. Empty lies and threats, he was nothing more than a child. Thankfully Thrall knew how to deal with people like the new king. He examined the other ambassadors during the speech. There was four of them, and they all seemed unnerved. Even the priest who let a servant go, even though it bumped into him, looked nervous. He knew all of them well. He psent his last weeks at Halsen researching, and finding out their backgrounds.

He was the first to announce himself. He bowed gently and told his name and rank: "Shak Teel, Right Hand of Lord Robert"
The others replied in a similar way, apart from Ella. He knew that she would mean problems. Her nature disgusted him even more than all the fancy decorations in the palace. 

He joined the others as they left, but kept a small distance. Soon the Priest left, then the 2 girl ambassadors tormented a servant. Child's paly nothing more. How could the High Scholar of the Pale Moors do it? How could she reach that rank even? Thrall wondered what else he could think about the ambassador, but nothing came. He hated people from the Pale Moors. Slimy bastards always showing off. A servant passed by, and he asked where the library was. After pointed the right way, he made his way towards the house of knowledge.