~Whoever does not have a good father should procure one~
-Friedrich Nietzsche
The booming laugh of the King of Dalagh reverberated all through the massive audience halls, an especially rare sound to hear within the walls of the audience hall. The civil officials exchanged glances, obviously not happy about the topic of discussion.
"Ah...great general, this daughter of yours is truly something." The king of Dalagh exclaimed in delight, passing the great general Cassimir an approving nod. It was clear from the king's reaction that news of the happenings at Argon had already reached Dragra. The king of Dalagh was delighted to hear of the two successive victories of his warriors over the bandits.
