Galvar the Purelight stood up from kneeling in front of the Holy Altar inside the castles small but pleasant chapel. Galvar had been sent here by the generals of Avalon, as one of a few ambassadors, while they roused the vassals and gathered levies. Nobody, perhaps not even the generals, knew why every fighting man had to be roused but everyone, even the most common peasant, knew that trouble was soon about to erupt. Galvar had heard that for the first time since the ancient days the kingdoms of the realm had laid down their arms against each other and gathered to shield each other from the storm gathering on the horizon, the Storm of the forbidden kingdom. 

Galvar walked out of the chapel after feeling rejuvenated from his prayers and went down to the gates outside the castle where his men had established camp along with the troops of the other nations.