The Castle Lazarel was in full lights, music and laughter. It was the 18th birthday of Urt Lazarel, the youngest son of Kaligak Lazarel, the Hamheart, Grand Ruler and Master Chef of the Hamheart Clan. Today Urt became a man in the books of all the fellow clansmen and today he would also assume the role of Guard Captain of the village around the castle. Urt and his elder brothers Gallath, Hark and Pomir are all seated on the sides of their father and all the men of the family raise their tankards and reach to knock them against each other with great strength and cheer, mead splatters down on the table filled with mammoth meat, potatoes, cheeses and different breads, but that bothers no one as everyone are having such a great time eating, drinking and most importantly, singing.

[i]Meat, wheat, mead and potatoes! Cheeses, creams, breads and tomatoes! Eat, drink, peel the potatoes! Slice 'em up and mix with tomatoes! Take some meat, sink it to cream! Stuff your mouth it tastes like dream! Drink some mead, take the lead, eat, drink, live for the meat! Cut that meat, praise the mead, bless the mountains and bless the wheat!"[/i]

The scouts on the village's watchtowers observed the approaching riders calmly, and then nod their heads, signaling a runner to head to the castle. It wasn't like they would not let them in, if they would see through the trouble climbing up all the way here, but the people in the castle, and especially the freshly entitled Guard Captain would probably like to know what would be coming to their way. Possibly.