A Meeting

*a road weathered individual stalks through the streets of Myth Drannor, heading toward the palace or wherever the Coronal chose to keep herself these days. Upon being blocked by elf guards no doubt, he would request an audience with her, speaking of matters of the utmost urgency, only for her ears. The man alluded to his visit having something to do with the 'deader problem' the city faced.

To those who are keen of eye, or have their ear to the ground, would know the man to be Tohrm Elrath*

Tohrm would be directed to the "Interim Palace" located in a Grand Villa on the highest platform of the City which the coronal has taken as her residence.

There, he would be received by a well dressed and well mannered Moonelf bearing a ceremonial staff. He would nod politely to the human.

"Welcome to the City of Song sir. I am Elzekiel Moonglow, Master of Ceremonies for her grace the coronal of Myth Drannor. I was told you were in quite a hurry... How can i help you?"

"An' a g'day t' yer t', whilst it lasts..." *he let his remark sink in with a grim expression* "I've news regardin' the movements o' the enemies o' this fair city, as well as threatenin' rumors o' an impendin' attack. I'm hopin' t' meet wit' her Grace, so tha' a plan o' action migh' be co-ordinated between the Elves an' willin' fair hearted folk o' the Dales t' rid ourselves o' the lil' deader problem, as well as a potential solution t' some other issues her Grace may be havin' wit' some upstarts in Shadowdale. It'd be beneficial if I coul' speak t' her as soon as possible. I'll accept any terms o' an arranged meetin' o' course, but the sooner the better. Some of me companions are already actin' in the interest o' stoppin' the current course o' events, but we are few... an' the Elves... well, there's a few more o' yer around t' give us a hand, Gods willin'."

*Tohrm gave a slight bow of the head and folded his hands behind his back, waiting for the decision of Elzekiel*

Elzekiel nods politely at the flow of strange accent...
"Of course. And your name would be?"

"Tohrm Elrath... I reckon her Grace'll probably remember me, hopefully fer the better... but I'm sure tha's naythin' t' worry 'bout now. Of course the thing t' worry 'bout is the boney sorts lurkin' 'round in the woods aye?"

Elzekiel nods polietely. "I understand.. please follow me."

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