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	Dremmick stepped forward reluctantly with the group. The last thing he wanted to do was become part of some big show or a political tool. If he wasn't careful, he could get wrapped up deeper into this mess. He gave a slight bow, more like a nod of the head, when presented to the king out of respect, but Dremmick was no subject of his and thus felt that was all that was necessary.

	Dremmick wasn't sure where to start with his questions. The death of his parents, then a few years later the sudden murder of his Aunt and Uncle, who never even used necromancy, much less do evil with it. There was one question he felt like Vrondi couldn't ask. He didn't know how he had been revived, by who, and how long he was dead. The only person who may be able to answer that was the seer. Maybe he would be able to ask her. Ignoring the eyes around him as he stepped forward, Dremmick was next to approach when Mirror was through. He looked to the king, his gaze steady from behind his hood and muffler. It was finally time for some answers to what he had been searching for.

	[color=A52A2A]"King Vrondi,"[/color] Dremmick called strongly, [color=A52A2A]"I come to you with a question and a request. Do you know anything of the Valswei incident eleven years ago, and the Mirindal family massacre that happened 5 years afterwards."[/color] He knew that the Taxis had been involved in one way or another in both occurrences. Though their amount of involvement as well as what happened have been buried in mystery, almost as to cover it up. Not much was known, if at all, but surely the king could answer for his own military. [color=A52A2A]"If you are unsure of my queries, then may I ask for the assistance of your seer?"[/color] Some may see Dremmick as fairly blunt and to the point in his speech towards a king, but that was something Dremmick felt there was little use for. Respect was there, sure, though to grovel at someone's feet was well beneath him. He could hear as some of the nobles murmuring about how pompous he was by being so direct, even a few mentioning how he didn't really bow, but he blocked them out as he listened patiently for the king's answer.