“HALT!” A voice shouted from the forest “Who goes there?”
“My friend! Please do not worry, we bring supplies and guards from Lexindon to support your struggling camp!” The King pleaded.
“Ah, ‘The Northern King’, Ey? We’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival, please, follow me and I’ll take you to our, fine leader.” The guard said mockingly.
As if by magic the trees parted, revealing a path down towards the camp and uncovering a group of archers, who escorted the King and his men to the rundown settlement, the conditions were terrible, people were resting in broken down ships and makeshift tents, and multiple families were separated from the others due to sickness.
One of the archers spotted the devastation on Alex I’s face and spoke up, “Aye Lord, the conditions here are horrible, we do our best with what we have though, sadly this is all. In here is our leader, Prince Sigismund of the Ebongraspian Empire, I’d advise you bow in his presence. Good luck.”
A small band entered the tent, the lookout that greeted and escorted the King, two guards and the King himself.
“Prince Sigismund, ‘The Northern King’ is here to see you my Lord, he has brought a small amount of guards, supplies and food for our struggling camp."
“Wonderful! Bring him in and uh… You, lookout. I want a word with you later to thank you for how you welcomed our esteemed guests, come and see me as soon as the sun sets.”
“T-Thank you Lord, I’ll be here as soon as the moon rises Sir.” The Lookout bowed, shaking.
“Lord? Sir? Please, please, don’t be so formal, we are all reduced to mere peasants here, no point calling anyone master…” Sigismund chuckled with a sinister smirk. “Now then, welcome to my humble abode friend. You must be the young ‘Northern King’ I’ve heard so much about, right Alex? Please, sit.”