History is written on this day, as the sandals of the First Star slap softly against the polished floor. The soft sounds are drowned out by the other parties heavy boots, and clambering conversations. The air was sweet, yet stale, this was noted by The Voice, and blamed on the negative energies that surely conquest this place since the death of their latest king. A pestilence on a once glorious hall. 

The valiant imagery of the walls enveloped the mind of Gori Lamillur as his eyes darted around. The unyielding gaze studied his fellow house representatives who had arrived for the summit. His vigilant ears listened to the words of the dawn bringer as he studied on. But what was that on the wall? His thoughts began to buzz with a mild entertainment as his icy eyes deciphered the garnished image; it was Ashtoken. 

Ashtoken had his fabled spear lunged into the heart of a wyrm. The very spear The Voice now held. A scepter of sorts now a days, reminding the tribes of their unity under the stars and the glorious desert. Of course the way the royal landers depicted Ashtoken was with an exaggeration of inhuman physical traits and a certain savagery unseen in the stoic lands of Ashishia. However respect was clearly kept, as he bore the sign of six stars on his forehead, and wore the exotic armor of the beloved fuwma lizards. This was the man responsible for the six tribes unity and prosperity. This man, this hero of ash, was depicted on the walls of a land so far away and so unknowing of Ash skin culture. A very admirable notion towards the Ashtoken's heritage and the houses part in the histories of the lands. 

A soft chuckle whispered it's way from The First Star's emotionless face as he finished his observation. One of his guards turned his head to The Voice, and when their eyes met, the black cloaked soldier bowed his head in humble respect and reassumed his sentry position. 

A loud slap echoed softly against the magnificent walls, and Gori turned to it's birthright, ever curious. The Prince of the pass-lands had playfully collided with the man known as James Conrad. With no further inquiry and his curiosity satisfied Gori Lamillur clicked his heels together. The black and crimson robed elites surrounding him followed his action obediently at the faint sound and the group turned and politely made it's way towards Shamgar the Dawnbringer. 

Gori waved his hand silently and the Ashtoken guards halted a few yards away. The First Star approached. The spear of Ashtoken clicked on the floor after each second step. His blue eyes peered out from behind his ash painted face as he met the gaze of Shamgar with a humble smile and his left palm up, a sign of friendship.