“Thank you, your majesty,” the elderly knight said as he rose. He was a silver-haired man with a short beard surrounding his mouth. Zeroun was a commoner by birth, but he possessed poise that could match that of any monarchy. He had gained his station from hard work and natural born ability.

Zeroun was a man of the people. However, he had managed to keep the good favor of the crown. At least, for a while.

“As you know, my life’s work has been to build up the defenders of our kingdom.”

“Over the years we have made much progress. We have all but subdued the thieves, fought back the Beastmen, and warded off several Karkaa raids.”

“In the last five years alone, we have made great strides towards harmony in our land, and I believe I have those who have stood with me to thank for that.”