[center][color=steelblue][h2]Rohman of House Okitash[/h2][/color][/center][hr][hr]

The knight looked at the young king, as he stood his full height but kept his gaze downward. Despite his nearly fifteen years seniority over the boy, Rohman looked at him with the same respect he'd given his father. He glanced around briefly at the other advisors, but then returned his gaze solely to the king. At his beckon to enlighten them of the status of his province he nodded.

[color=steelblue]"My liege, it pains me to inform you that a group of treasonous nobles have gathered armies, and have already ignited conflict the borders of Dieuportielle."[/color] He began. [color=steelblue]"The mass has already slain nearly every warrior of House Dwenmer, so it was decided by the Houses, including my father, that I should come to relieve Bastien, for his knowledge in battle is priceless."[/color] Had the young man's speech craft not been so tediously trained, his disappointment at the latter revelation would've be unmistakable. 

[color=SteelBlue]"Lord Garron de Warren has encamped his men on the border, as well as the warriors loyal to his house. The forces of Houses Okitash and Idlenwyn were en route to join him at the time of my departure, but I am sure they have reached their destination, at latest by mid day today."[/color] Rohman paused for a brief moment, trying to ignore his desire to be fighting along side his father and brothers. [color=SteelBlue]"Sindoras permitting, the combined houses will stop the rebellion before news of their pestilence further reaches your ears, your grace."[/color]

With that, Rohman bowed his head and allowed the silence to return to the hall. What the young man chose to omit, were his own worries for the welfare of his brethren and fellow warriors. Aye, the skill of the Dieuportiellian soldiers exceeded that of almost every other province, but number could sometimes overpower skill.