The sound of an exotic horn filled the breezy air around Aradia's harbor as a sizable vessel cruised into port, it's white sails decorated with a large gold star in it's center, an ancient sigil of power to those knowledgeable enough in foreign nations. As a small crowd gathered to watch this vessel aboard, a tall individual adorned with intricate golden armor stepped into view, sharp eyes scanning the faces along the port. 

"Look at them, miserable, hungry bunch" Arathion muttered shaking his head in disappointment in the ugliness of the frost covered city he had just arrived in. The city of Aradia was sizable to it's credit though it lacked the elegant beauty and organization that all high elf cities had. Instead of paved, wide straight roads they had stumbled upon packed masses with the streets hardly resembling anything of organization and that was not even mentioning the dirty common folk, who shivered in the cold, their curiosity picking up on anything of note to help distract them from their reality. "My lord" A warrior of silver had stepped forward behind his prince and bowed "The representative has just arrived". The prince nodded and walked off his wooden ship where a representative of the Aradia crown awaited to greet the incoming prince.

"Lord Arathion" the representative bowed in the elf's presence. Arathion stood, tall and strong as he took another glance at the crowd, it was obvious they were not used to seeing royalty such as himself rather often. "I have provisions. Consider it a small token from my father, be sure to they are stored... properly" Arathion turned his attention back to the representative noblemen, his tone a bit dismissive though it probably due to Arathion privately being offended that he was not greeted by an actual individual of the royal hierarchy. 

"The crown thanks you for your kindness though we must admit we were not ready for such a quick arrival"
"We had good wind." The elf replied.
Arathion turned slightly behind him and spoke a quick command in elvish to the small band of silver armored warriors behind him who bowed in reply and reported back to the ship, their orders clear even if they remained unknown to the rest of the crowd. 
"I do not mean to be offensive Lord Arathion but when we asked for some assistance..." The prince cut off the representative immediately, his tone raising in a slightly harsher manner. "I have about a hundred fighting men with me already. Within a fortnight I expect around 3000 men. That should be enough to quell this insignificant rebellion"

"Only... 3000?" It was here the noblemen made his biggest mistake, questioning the fiery prince. 
"Does the number insult you?" Arathion questioned as he took a step forward towards the noblemen, easily surpassing him in height, his eyes locked into his with a powerful intensity. 
"Well no-o my lord" the representative stuttered and stammered in place as the prince expression remained sour.
"If you want my honest opinion good lord, I only arrived because I'm bored back at home and my father insists that our nations help each other though hunting down your rebels seems rather beneath me. To think your armies are spread so thin and under equipped that a bunch of rabble.." Arathion paused to break a brath as if to ensure he did not break his composure.
"This winter has been particularly harsh..."
"Enough excuses. Before long I'll send my agents out throughout your country so they can find your traitors and soon enough, they'll all be dead. Now if you will I would prefer to speak with your king now"

The noblemen accepting defeat lowered his head in shame having never been embarrassed as he was in this moment. With a quick wave, a small platoon of armored warriors emerged from the crowd and surrounded the pair to act as escorts. "Make way!" they shouted as the crowd either moved on it's own or was pushed aside to allow the elven prince to not only take a tour of the city but be escorted properly into Aradia's palace though it seemed a long walk through the crowded city was in order...