Denarel was on guard at the Palace, stationed at the Princess' door. Not his usually post, but the main gate was highly fortified and his presence was not required at the gate. He was 6 foot of pure muscle and stuck out like a sore thumb. No elf was as tall or as strong as him, which was the main reason he was a guard at the Royal Palace of Ardem.

Den's elvish ears tingled as he heard a small knock on the wall. He turned around and gently knocked the door to the princess' room saying,

[color=green]"Princess, I'm going to come in."[/color]

He slowly opened the small wooden door and entered the room, where he could see the small princess. She looked her sad usual self, rumours around the castle say she's not happy with the way she looks. Which Den couldn't really understand as he was a long way from home and was the only elf within at least a weeks ride by horse and he didn't have any moon god to talk to. Den was probably just as lonely.

[color=green]"I heard a small knock on the wall is everything ok, Princess?" [/color] he asked.