He wasn’t quite sure how King Warren had learned of his existence. While Damien was by no means modest, neither did he go about declaring his skill in his chosen discipline. He supposed someone could have noticed his two creations and deduced his skill from there, choosing to then inform the king that a Necromancer of no small skill was wandering in his lands. It wasn’t too unlikely, but given that perspective he didn’t quite imagine a summon from the highness himself for a royal task. 

As the capital came into sight, Damien pushed the thoughts that had occupied him for most of the way here aside. He’d get his chance to ask questions and get answers soon enough, but for now there was royalty to meet. Cracking the reins in his hand lightly, his mount bolted into a full gallop. Death and Knight followed closely behind and the trio raised a small cloud of dust in their wake. 

The three slowed to a halt as the gate and its guards came into view, one of them raising a hand for them to stop. Before the guard could say anything, Damien had already fished out the letter that had been delivered to him those few weeks ago. A few moments passed before he realized that the guards’ attentions were focused not on him, but his two “companions”. Sighing, he flicked the letter a few times, causing a sharp noise that broke the head guard’s focus. Clearing his throat to hold the man’s attention, which was already slipping back to Death and Knight, he asked, “So, is there a problem or are we clear to go through?” The man glanced between the rune, no doubt remembering their orders, and Damien’s companions, no doubt wishing to trust his instincts. Death Knights, as with higher ranked Undead, always did have this sort of effect on the living. While it wasn’t too much of an annoyance during his travels, it made venturing into more populated areas a bit troublesome, while staying in them was simply out of the question. Normally he would have just left them outside the walls, but he supposed the King would want some proof that this “young man” wasn’t just made of rumors, so the two had to come along. 

After a few moments, at which Damien had taken to tapping his feet in the stirrups, the guard finally gestured to those behind him. The gate slowly began to open and Damien refolded the letter and nodded in thanks. He only got a suspicious glare from the man and his comrades, though it didn’t bother the Necromancer and he simply shrugged it off. After leaving their mounts at a nearby stable, the trio marched up towards the castle.

“Sheesh, talk about overkill would you?” The dozen guards “escorting” him didn’t so much as give Damien a response as the door to the meeting room was opened. They surrounded him and his two “companions” and frankly it was a bit suffocating. He could see five others in the room, one of which didn’t seem to fit in so he assumed that was another mage that had been invited. When they were finally in the room, the four at the front stepped aside so he could actually see without looking over their heads. Addressing the four, which he didn’t particularly care too much about, Damien asked, “Can you call your guards off now? I know these two,” gesturing towards Death and Knight, “give them the willies, but come on.”