Right after the ascension, Jäwell asked a few zombies to stay with him in the castle and to help him with the maintenance when the delegations came into the throne hall.
The leaders were led slowly to a room by the new servants. It was a large room transformed into a place of negotiations with a giant map on a round table in the center. The leaders were asked to enter alone without their advisors. They had no choice but to obey and they took place around the table in silence. All of them were waiting to see the Prince.
Jäwell entered immediately after they sat. He stayed standing in front of them and placed his two hands on the map that was representing their world. There was a sphere levitating, representing the Golden City.
Jäwell spoke strongly. "Welcome. We have a lot of work."
The leaders seemed to not approve of his arrogant attitude. As the dark elf spoke, his tongue was whistling like a snake.
