|*Four Have Stood Before Him*|Exclusive Starter|
Four approached the Elven King; not all at once, but perhaps sometime soon.
"What do you want?" he sneered, sitting atop his throne, resting his head on one of his hands. "I do not have time for this--but I will allow you to speak. So be quick with it. What say you?" He uncrossed his legs, leaning forward. His hair swayed forward slightly, laying over his shoulders. "The guards have let you through, so you must have something important to say, yes?"















