[center][h2]King of Yukar[/h2][/center] 
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Yukar was a kingdom that did not tolerate disorder or someone invading their lands and causing massive damage to their trade routes. These trade routes were linked to every domain, city, or place in the United Council of Ephae someway, shape or form. 

When attacks on the main route that goes into Yukar and connects Basen and Raitish, the king decided to get meetings requested and in process. The first meeting was going to be with King Yolaf of the Northern regions, the ruler of Basen, and the king was not enthused with the idea. 
The Basenites have always been rough around the edges, he had had to deal with Yolaf's father in the past, and hearing the stories of how Yolaf was when it came to envoys or others - He was bracing himself. 

He couldn't help himself while riding in the carriage except to twist at his long blonde hair. The king of Yukar looked as young as his adoptive daughter, no one knows what the royal bloodline is of Yukar, but they are said to be a fae species or hybrid. They tend to have platinum blonde to light brown hair, purple or pink eyes, and fair skin. They live up to three times longer than regular humans, but they do not look a day of twenty-five till they hit about two-thirds of their age. 

[center][h2]♱Arrival at Basen♱[/h2][/center]

When the carriage halted, he sighed while looking at the mountain range with the city built into it. It was a beautiful sight except for the thought of how difficult the people were here, "It is time," he whispered under his breath while putting on a smile. 

"Sir, would you like us to go along with you?" one of the individuals in the carriage asked while readying to get up with his king. 
Waving the guard off, he seemed to disapprove of this idea, "I should go seeking Yolaf alone," he stated while helping himself out of the carriage and walking down the snow-ridden street. 

It was about a twenty or twenty-five-minute walk from the city's base to where the king's location was, the castle inside of the mountain. Getting to the gates and announcing himself, no one answered, so he looked around. He was waiting to be accepted into the Basenite royal halls. 
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Location - Basen, Royal halls
Interaction(s) [@Dark Cloud] King Yolaf of Basen 
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