A man sat alone at a long black stone table, in a darkened room. He took another long sip of the dark red liquid in his goblet and his attention was roused by the sound of footsteps coming from deep within his castle. Within moments, the source emerged. A woman with long hair and empty eyes entered the room. She held in her hand a note bearing the royal seal of Albion. "Who was at the door?" The man asked her. "A soldier from Castle Fairfax in the North m'lord." She replied. What did he want to come here, so far from the safety of civilization?" The man inquired. "What is it?" "Yes father?" "Yes?"