[center][h2]Thoris, Lark's Chambers[/h2]
[sub]Thanks for the compliment, sport![/sub][/center]

"Right! Mole-men, you are dismissed!" Lark called out, waving the moles off. They all bowed and left hastily. "A prophecy, kiddo! My most powerful star reader told me that we would find strong allies in Newjinsland on the day of Krunk's attack! Fortunately, she wasn't wrong about the day this time, ahaha!" Lark explained, waving his hands around joyfully. "My moles were ordered to pick out the toughest looking fellars at that there 'royal jamboree' or whatever the hell they were calling it. You 3 fit the bill perfectly!.. Dunno why you brought a fox though," Lark quipped, pointing at maple with a scowl.