Galvar stood on top of a hill, where he and his men had set up camp several days before, where he had a perfect view of all the camps set up around the meeting hall and its surronding towers. Galvar had been the representative of his nation at these meetings for a couple of years now and knowing all the procedures he fully expected the meeting to run smoothly like every other year.

With his train of though begining to lose itself, Galvar cast his eyes to the front of the camp where he saw a small army of demons. If he was in this position only a couple of years ago he probably would have rushed head first in a naive and extremely zealous attempt to slay all the demons. However he had seen many of his comrades do just that to no avail, for the demons were tough and the Knights inexperienced. 

Still staring at them, Galvar wondered if he should keep out of their way for most of the meeting or attempt to make friends with them?