Zell looked around for somewhere to sit in the tomb, with little options he found a small platform barely above the fog and sat there. "So, what is your story, grandfather?" Zell asked.
"It was when I was a young man, perhaps fifteen or seventeen. I was on a mission leading the knights under my command to a nonhuman settlement. Word had spread of dangerous orcs that had moved close to the kingdom." The old king explained. "I was tasked with dealing with them. It was a day's ride to get to their encampment and oh what a glorious battle it was. It was the first blood I had let from a living being and it felt amazing as I danced through the battlefield.
