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[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location:[/color][/b] King's Private Quarters, Rascade, Kindeance Royal Capital  [/right]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Interaction:[/color][/b]   [/right]
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	Solomon waited patiently within the common room with the others awaiting their audience with the king of Kindeance. Solomon scarcely visited the royal capital. Though it was not short of the needy, and had plenty of information for him to peruse, it being the home of the authority that ruled over all of Kindeance was unappealing to the ancient doctor. He had no ill intent towards the court, but thought they might thrive in the political world, their knowledge of what lay between its borders lacked. Then there were he people who lived there. Save for the royal family itself the citizens would never know the struggles the kingdom was facing. Especially with Meche. They were both closest, and farthest away from the struggles of the outer lands, and they wound's know either. Solomon closed his eyes in thought. Solomon’s reason for being here, in the heart of the kingdom, probably had something to do with the escalating conflict with the neighboring nation.

	Solomon hadn’t made a habit of announcing his location, so it was a bit of a surprise when the king’s messengers showed to the cabin he was staying at the remote village of a mere thirty people. Not only did they find him, they named him. Much effort was made to make the encounter confidential. If it were not for the kings seal on the letter, nothing about the messengers would have revealed they were sent from the royal court. Solomon knew it wasn’t his medicinal practice the king was seeking. No, this was something more grave. To seek the aide of necromancy, who could the court have lost to have gone through the endeavor of locating Solomon? This is the question that intrigued Solomon enough to entertain the thought of lending his aide. The letter was vague with only a penned request for his presence. Solomon obliged, and he told the messengers as such. Secrecy was of the upmost importance, and Solomon was one of the few he knew remaining that could keep a secret even beyond the grave.

	Solomon looked up through his hood as it cast a shadow over his face though sunlight filtered in between the curtains. He was not alone. The king had sent for many others to partake in this mission of the unknown. His gaze slowly moved from person to person. They were what he’d expect of the king. There were obvious those skilled with martial prowess, and those with arcane arts. The only one to catch his attention was that of the bear. The king looked to have cast a wide net for different proficiencies, if he thought that even the magic of a druid would be of benefit.

	When the chamberlain entered the room, directing the occupants out to finally meet with the king, Solomon was the last to leave, and likewise the last to enter the King’s chambers. He stayed near the back, able to hear the king and see his anguish just fine from where he was. Lifting his head from his bow, Solomon could see the smile was not genuine. Whatever the situation was must have been grave indeed. Though the bear all but confirmed that it at least involved Meche, his home.

	The prince was missing, taken from under the protective watch of castle guard and fortifications. Whatever air of nobility the king had remaining faded with the final plea to find his son. A plea that was matched only by that of the bear. The emotion of their voices were lost by the curtness of the others. To them, it was time. The longer they waited, longer the opportunity those who absconded with the prince could dispose of him. Solomon wasn’t as worried about the time. If the goal of the assassins was to insight war, they would not have bothered taking the prince. He was alive, for now. In case of the worst, at least Solomon could be of use. However, it was assassins who infiltrated the stone walls of the castle, and the king still breathed. A bargaining chip to exchange his life for his son’s? In either case, the motivations of this group lied in mystery.

	“Young man,” Solomon stepped forward, no longer standing behind the rest of the group. His voice was raspy, a clear sign of his age. Yet, his words were still clear, lacking the shakiness one would expect. He faced Henri as he spoke. “I am sure the time is precious, yet as we are to work together, it might be wise to not step on the words of your comrade. The king is unlikely to hide information from us in this matter. We should be receiving that information once we get underway.” Solomon then turned to face the king, “For the sake of secrecy, beyond your guard, I expect we are to receive no support from the kingdom. Likewise, I trust we will have liberty to investigate how we see fit without much limitation. If that is correct, I have no other concerns or questions at this point.”