Noah had arrived earlier that day, with only a small entourage of guards arriving with him. They had been caught up at the gate to the Palace for quite some time now, while the captain of his guard talked to the palace guard who was watching the gate. Noah shifted himself, uncomfortably, in his big cloak, that had wolf, and fox, furs layer around it's shoulders and necks. Such a cloak in a southern country made it uncomfortably hot for the boy prince, but Noah figured he'd rather be hot and uncomfortable, than have his missing arm showing. Exactly the reason why he wore the cloak so often. Noah doubted the new King of Keilaudrin, Bard II, would be impressed with the boy prince coming instead of the father, especially a crippled boy prince. 'Although' Noah mused, 'I am my father's only child.' Maybe that would earn a little more respect for his arrival. 'Father gave me one sole mission. Make a good impression, and attempt to form a friendship with the king.' Noah thought, imagining how he would go about making an adult man his friend.