Kemeson sat on the huge throne as he stared at the seven Kings of Kermes alongside their generals who knelt before him in reverence. The hall was quiet for a while and when Kemeson's anger had eased slightly did he direct his gaze towards a red robed youth who was part of the crowd.
"Rise Grimblehawk. Deliver the battle report." He said coldly.
A youth who had spiky long grey hair alongside grey pupils that resembled a hawk stood up. He looked no more than 13 years old and he had a childishness to his voice. Wherever his gaze passed, there seemed to be an invisible wave that permeated the surroundings.
"As you command, Lord Kemeson," he bowed.
