The Kingdom of Curt.
"Take them away."
The king's order was refined though his long face seemed to had been beaten by the wiles of fate. He looked quickly around as though he was in search of a thing, while the two guards dragged the man away.
He turned back to his chiefs and thought for a while. He probably was thinking of what nature he would make his question.
"There is a rumor I've been hearing."
He started, his eyes running round, willing to stripe the whole place naked. One of the chiefs had a pick at the middle of that,
"If it's the same thing I heard, then it's past a rumor."
"Calling it a rumor is close to calling a tiger and illusion."
Another chief complemented what the first had said. There were five chiefs before the throne. Seated on a wooden chairs covered in animal skins. Before them on the table were cups of fresh wine and thighs of venison.
