[center][h2]King of Basen[/h2][/center] 

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As plain as the snow-covered stones outside his keep, it was clear as day that the proud leader of Basen was aging. Yolaf middling in his years had lines creasing upon his forehead as he furrowed his thick eyebrows seeing the young lordling outside his gates. It seemed the youthful King of Yukar had finally decided his royal envoy's weren't enough to get the stubborn mountain lord to listen, a move that impressed Yolaf as much as it irritated him.

Clenching his jaw tightly, Yolaf strode through the snow-covered courtyard to the mighty gates [color=7bcdc8]"Open the gates!"[/color] it was unacceptable his guest had been left to wait out in the cold, the guards obviously didn't recognize the garb the boy was wearing but Yolaf certainly did "But what of your orders m'lord?"

[color=7bcdc8]"My orders were for envoys not [i]royalty[/i]!"[/color] Yolaf growled hoarsely, soon after the gate slowly screeched open allowing the man on the other side entry [color=7bcdc8]"Leave us, you already made a fool of yourselves best not make an idiot of our nation!"[/color] with that the two guardsman left leaving both rulers in the empty courtyard.

[color=7bcdc8]"I'm assuming this is important if you came yourself."[/color] shifting the weight of his heavy fur cloak draped over his shoulders and folded his well-defined arms [color=7bcdc8]"Explain."[/color] he motioned for the other royal to follow as he turned and began walking towards the keep.

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Location - Basen, Royal halls
Interaction(s) [@OddApproved] King of Yukar
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