[h1]Kingdom of Arkron[/h1]
[h2]Arkronia[/h2]

	William stirred in his chair after the Vulpin sulked off. He had heard of Peatyr Bretnach before, that he owned one of the larger bath houses in the city. Some called him a connoisseur. But he always felt wrong about him, he watching him from the corner of his eye he could not help but feel he felt off. He didn't belong here, he thought but was mystified as to why no one else seemed to notice. Were there not ceremonies outside for him to partake in?

	“Who was that?” Henry asked under his breath, leaning in.

	“Just'a fox.”

	His gaze drifted over the other tables, watching the odd machinations of power and he thought it odd their hosts did so little to maintain some semblance of order. The interactions between the Vulpin and the paladins from the north appeared to him heated. He leaned over to Matthias and whispered: “Keep an' eye out their way. They might pick a'fight.”

	“'an what'll ye want me t'do if they should?”

	“Keep us out of it.”

	“Yes m'lord.”