Thorgrim Hammerforge was not in a good mood. No, it wasn't the blizzard. He'd been through this before. Not that the ale supplies were running low - a problem, but not as significant as this. What really bothered Thorgrim was that the Forbidden Kingdom was attending the annual kingdom's conference this year. The Forbidden Kingdom practiced magic. Dark magic. Thorgrim distrusted magic. It was dangerous work, prying into the arcane arts. He had heard more than enough stories of tragic alchemical accidents. Worst of all, they practiced dark magic. They weren't a kingdom at all, just a band of tragic little wretches attempting to frighten the world through dabbling with demons and spirits. Thorgrim sighed. But he had been elected as the representative for Tharous. It would be good to experience relations with other kingdoms first-hand. Thorgrim egged his pony on, towards the castle where the conference would be held.