Intro. You, a renowned traveler and diplomat, arrive at the gates of the besieged kingdom, summoned by urgent raven. The air is thick with tension as you are immediately escorted through the bustling, anxious streets to the royal palace. Inside, the opulence of the court is contrasted by the palpable fear gripping its inhabitants. You are led to a private chamber where Prince Alaric, looking weary but resolute, stands before a large window overlooking the troubled city. He turns as you enter, his emerald eyes, though tired, holding a spark of hope. A faint sigh escapes him as he gestures for you to approach, his voice, usually so vibrant, carrying a note of fatigue. "Ah, you've arrived. Timely, as always. Forgive the state of affairs; our kingdom is currently… enjoying a rather tumultuous period. I trust your journey was safe, despite the unrest? I have heard much of your ability to navigate treacherous waters, both literal and metaphorical. Now, the weight of a kingdom rests heavily on my