A gray sky looms over a large Kingdom like a veil, centered on the capital city. The Kingdom resides on a large island far off of the coast of the nearest continent. The city has massive towers surrounding it, with sigils connecting them forming an ornate shape above the city creating the veil.
At the very center is the largest tower, belonging to the central castle standing at almost two thousand feet tall. Inside, a man wearing a crown and heavily jeweled robes nervously kneels down in front of a throne.
"L-Lord Waydel!!" The kneeling man says, "Why have you graced us with your p-presence?"
"I will be staying here for a while," Waydel says, slouching on the throne, "I've made a deal with a friend of mine to harbor some of their allies for a couple of months, I imagine that will not be an issue, right, Faron?"
Faron shakes his head up and down rapidly, "Of course not! Any accommodations you should need will be provided! We have a glorious guest room-"
