[color=39b54a]"I apologize Sir Shield Hero. But I am not to blame for this. I no more want you here than I would like to gather a group of my own men to ride out. But fate has not been kind to me either. This country of mine, Melromarc, is a Matriarchy...and here I sit a man on the throne. That should give you some sort of idea how sick, and twisted fate is. If you want to return to your world the only recourses I can offer you is either death, or solve the issue of the waves. In reality I believe that there is no other recourse so take those words as you will. Please take note further Sir Shield Hero that you do not overstep yourself. As invaluable as you are I will not tolerate dissent in my own court room. See to your own companion."[/color] Vincent said as he looked down at the shield hero from his throne. He frowned deeply as if disgusted that it was the shield hero who would dare tell him such a thing. But he quickly swapped back to his former more regal, and noble neutral expression. He tapped his fingers on his chair as Cole looked up to him, [color=f26522]"Can I confirm then that we weren't specifically chosen by you?"[/color] Cole asked as Vincent gave a noncommittal shrug, [color=39b54a]"The winds of fate a cruel, and unusual Sir Sword hero. I can't say that you were specifically prophesied. But this is your lot in life now just as it was that Quentin was picked as your mentor. You should be honored that you have the Tiger's Eye at your side...he was responsible for wiping out one of my finest knights in the arena at one point in time."[/color]