"Do you know what the biggest pressure upon me at the moment is?" King Boelryn asked as he paced his room in the Tree Gnome Stronghold. "The clue's in the name." "Yes, we know he's your family," Veedi began. "No your Majesty no, you were picked for leadership skill, and bravery-" "I'm not fit to rule!" He slumped into his throne, the colour drained from his face. "The gnomes have no faith in me, whenever they do bother to ask of me it is to inquire of noble Bolren, and listen to me, I say his name with a pang of jealousy in my voice now! I'm a fool." "It's not like that-" "Dad," Stanley said. "Yes?"