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[Tawa]

"Oh? I am unfamiliar with Northronian social customs. No matter."

[kj1225]

"Yeah, I had a friend who lost his primary hand at one point and he liked high fives for some reason... Yeah, it was kind of awkward."

[Flying Dice]

Eldas frowns, "What manner of thing is a 'five', and why would you want it high up? The blasted thing could fall on you, or turn into a cloud of spiders. Not that I'm, ehe, speaking from personal experience, of course."

[kj1225]

Kyle holds up his hand and points to it.
"This is the five. And in this case highing it is clapping but with two people basically."

[Flying Dice]

"That sounds excessively tedious. You mean to say that one can just go around demanding 'fives' from strangers, shouldering them with the social burden of response?"

[kj1225]

"Not really, if you go around asking for high fives people will just look at you like you're a psycho. It's a friendly gesture."

[Silthuri]

The guard raises an eyebrow just before the giant doors swing open. Out walks a group of seven people. They walk in formation, six surrounding one. The six are dressed in pure white robes with the hoods covering their faces. The one in the middle is wearing a white dress. A velvety white cape covers her shoulders and billows behind her as she walks. Only her emerald eyes are visible as the rest of her face is covered by a mask. As this group passes the party, the only one who notices them is the woman in the middle, who stares at them as she walks by but doesn't slow down.

The king's steward stands in the doorway. "I suppose you're here to help search for the princess. Please follow me." Without waiting for an answer, he turns around and walks away.

The party enters into the throne room. It's not quite as large as the entrance hall, but is by no means small. There are pillars and statues in here much like the entrance hall, but the walls are covered in green tapestries depicting the dragon of house Avor. The king awaits on his silver throne at the opposite end of the room. He's a great bear of a man with a mane of red hair flowing to his shoulders. Sleeping on his lap is a tiny dragon with glittering green scales. As the party approaches, it pokes its little head up to examine them.

"Greetings, good people. Are you another group of adventurers seeking to find my daughter?" King Avor asks in a booming voice.

[Tawa]

"Ah, yes. I am Thorvi, the Sage of the West, and I seek to restore balance by rescuing your daughter."

Thorvi bows, his movement only mildly obstructed by his immensely warm and thick clothes.

[kj1225]

"Aye, That is why I'm here."

[Flying Dice]

Eldas smiles crookedly, "Ah, naturally, sire. It is, ehe, what the call asked for, is it not?"

[Remuthra]

The elf touches his hand to his breast, then extends it as before.

[Nerjin]

Melon nods before attempting to hide behind Kyle, who is INCREDIBLY tall for a human, though she still outclasses him a bit even when slouching.

[kj1225]

Kyle's face screws up but otherwise he doesn't take notice of the fairly ridiculous sight that he is a part of.
_{"Steady on lass, he won't hurt ya."}

[Silthuri]

The king chuckles. "He's right, girl. I don't bite." The dragon, annoyed that it's comfortable position has been ruined by the laughing, chirps at the king and scurries to the top of the throne. "And he's got quite the attitude, but he's not one for biting either. But you're not here to hear about Vyerd. The only useful bit I can give you is that my daughter's been having an affair with Lord Langren's son. I've sent agents to question the lord, but none have come back. I'd suggest you start with him. If you've no questions, you may look around my daughter's room for anything of significance."

[kj1225]

Kyle raises his eyebrows.
"Well, that's not something you hear everyday. Of course, none of this has been usual. Par for course really. Anyways, I think that's a good idea. Of course, unless my colleagues disagree?"