Two weeks spent doing nothing but ruling and signing off on projects had Rezar feeling the symptoms of wanderlust again, his but literally itched just from the thought of sitting down and signing off on any other projects, or making estimated economic plans and growths for the kingdom. He hated that the most as numbers weren't really his strong suit, but none the less he had to be here and be his people's king, and all that entailed dealing with numbers no matter how much he hated them. never the less the respite he was waiting for finally came one cold Monday morning, winter was on the horizon and the weather was quite chilly even for himself, it was just like any other Monday, until…...
"Your Majesty I'm sorry to interrupt but there a delegate from the snow elves in the throne room, they're requesting your audience your majesty." Alistair said as he walked into Rezar's office, however the first thing Rezar could say was.
