Kallain Windral, heir apparent of the throne of Zersal son of Sallas and lady Vrilian, lay sleeping in his bed on a bright sunny mourning. He woke with a slight headache to the sound of snoring outside his chambers. The night before had been Kallain's 22nd birthday and he was recovering from a night of festivity and many a toasts in his name. The owner of the snore was his trusted and aged bodyguard Reinoldus. The old man had been a great knight when Kallain's father was a boy and had the misfortune of spending his retirement tirelessly protecting the prince. Now as Kallain's princely duties took up more and more time leaving less and less for "risky adventures" most of Reinoldus's duty's involved staying up most of the night guarding the parlor that lead from the castle to Kal's chambers.

An odd ritual the two shared, as soon as one was woken by the others snoring the other knew it was his time to rise. And so Kallain splashed some cool water on his face and got dressed. His mother would demand that he wore something stately so that he could properly see off the various nobles who had stayed overnight. Though he ignored this hoping that they would all be too hungover to care, instead choosing something comfortable.

Kallain was walking down the hall hoping to grab something before breakfast from the kitchen when Serell the royal scribe and historian approached him in a hurry. "Lord Kallain i'm so glad I found you! I wouldn't bother you normally sire but i'm afraid your the only one who can help me!" He yelled halfway down the hall ripping into your tender groggy head with his shrill piecing voice. Finishing his jog he then lowered his volume (not by much) and continued by saying, "You see my lord there is an old farmer waiting in the great hall praying to meet with the royal family he claims he greatly needs your guidance! I know this is a job for your mother or father but King Sallas is entertaining duke Kree and and lord Grellius in his study, and lady Vrilian is interviewing potential handmaidens! Your parents have asked me to find you to deal with this saying they with support whatever you decree." He finishes out of breath. As his job includes pronouncing lengthy titles and reciting century long history and bloodlines Serell had a habit of speaking very quickly.

"Well... I... Very well if i'm the one for the job." Kallain said tiredly not feeling the strength to argue. Besides a chance to finally create a royal order? This could be interesting.