Lost arrived at the Fall palace a while earlier and patiently awaited the return of the King. He waited outside of the court, but when sudden flashes and booms came out of nowhere, he knew that the king had returned. Lost entered into the Falk's court, seeing his red-headed pet sitting on the steps before him. He knew his patience was seemingly endless and it seemed like he was more than fine with inquiries, he almost enjoyed them of his fey. Lost thought that it must be a sign of care for the realm. Lost went ahead and approached him to ask about the moot. 

[b][color=f26522]"Lord Falk! I'm glad you have finally returned. How was the Moot?"[/color][/b] Lost walked up to the stairs and stopped just short of them. Both King Falk and Aisling were in front of him still. 

[@LadyRunic]