“Commander Freya, I followed your orders. I breached the wall, occupied the tribunes troops and eliminated a dark archer that brought his fury upon your forces. In return, I seek an audience. With you liege, King Armillion.”

"A private audience? I can attempt to enable that, I suppose.. Though you will be forced into a disabled state, before your meeting. Your weapons would be taken for a time, alongside your armoring, while you would be rendered to your standard, regular state. The king takes every available precaution.. Additionally.. my father still shields himself with the loyal Lionknights - practically his personal guard. They would end a threat's life with a single word.. terribly heartless bunch. Cain.. I don't believe that you would be comfortable, in such a state. Are you sure that you'd admit to those conditions?" [i]Freya seemed concerned, if anything. A genuine concern for her follower, yet concern for her father too..[/i] "Is there anything else that you require?"

“That my sister is allowed to come as well.” He would ask of her. Cain’s intent was not violent to begin with, his goal was to pinpoint the kings judge of character. “I’ll submit to any demands, of course. She will do the same.”

"I didn't take your sister to be the type. The type to bother with figures of nobility, but.. very well, Cain. I will send word that one of my trusted cooperators would wish to speak to the King, in private." [i]Freya would nod, sighing.[/i]