Jacques had been traveling across the bank of the river at the time. He was lost, and guessed that maybe he could find a town if he followed the river. The castle was insight finally. He knew what kingdom he was in. He knew of the royal family. If he remembered right, there was a tyrant king, an Elven Queen, and a half elf Princess. He sneered. A tyrant king. Tyrant. He hated the word. It was a disgrace of a title for somebody to have. But all that mattered to him was that this kingdom was on neutral terms with his own kingdom, Morabyus, which was currently at war. He guessed it would be smart to visit the castle as a refugee and ask for assistance.

As he rehearsed what he was going to say, his train of thought left him as he heard feminine laughter, and then some conversation. Oh boy. Actual people. Something he hadn't seen in days. The young man walked faster to come upon a party of sorts. They seemed to be in conversation. He took a closer look, still keeping hidden and silent. He examined the faces. There were maybe a couple Knights? Thieves? And...The young woman. A half elf. No. What was a princess doing at the river? He guessed he should bud in now.

"Excuse me." Began the boy,"I am Jacques of Morabyus. My deepest apologies of budding, I was on my way to the castle but...Has something happened?" He was completely oblivious to the events that had followed up to this. If there was something wrong in this kingdom, he needed to know. He needed to be prepared for any dangers that surrounded him.