[indent][hr][center][h3][sub][color=crimson]A N T R A R O[/color][/sub][/h3][/center]
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Antraro had come with many others to the throne room of King Brand's castle. He watched as those who had trepidations walked by him towards the exit of the room and castle. Some ran into him, some purposefully and some not so. Even after years of living in the city, some still despised him for his visage. He held no ill will towards them in return, but he did feel a pang of disappointment.

Antraro stood at full height in his robes, lizardlike head exposed to the crowd and the royalty before him as King Brand and the Queen presented their speech and call to action. While Antraro heard the speech and registered that it was a quest from a king to his subjects, all he could hear was the sadness of a father who had lost a son begging for help. 

Antraro watched as two other women of half-elven nature stepped forward with their acceptances and Antraro, would follow suit. In a gentle, deep, voice, he spoke, [color=crimson]"I am Antraro, son of Erentus. I pledge my mind, body, and soul to the cause of finding your son, your majesty. This I swear."[/color] Antraro frowned in empathy for the king, he knew what it was like to lose something most dear. [/indent]