His hands longed for the warmth of the sun or even his pockets, yet he held them up high beside his head despite the stiffness from the cold, clearly showing the guards that he poses no threat. He confidently says “Greetings.. This winter has been especially cold for us all! I’ve traveled for many days to get here each as unforgiving as today!” He pats off snow from his shoulders and slowly puts his hands down as he continues “and therefore I am here two things.. a tavern to warm my body and belly, and the means of severing the Dark Elf’s head from her cowardly shoulders!” He smiles with a genuine grin spread across his face, but as easily as it was said, inside he fights the inner emotions, longing to return to who he was, but the flashbacks and anger take their toll, apathetically replaying the massacre in Cahalia over and over again, it washes over him like heavy snow drifts on the plains, the stifling weight of white mounds slowly building atop him driving him to the breaking point. He unbroken smile continues at the guards, revealing nothing, no sadness, no joy or resentment, his presence at the gates reflects confidence, urgency and stoicism.
He asks the guard bowing slightly, “I would be grateful for passage and a recommendation of that tavern”

The idea of leaving his weapons wasn't proper to the Skaldi, why should any living person be asked to leave their weaponry before seeing the chieftain. If the chief was not strong enough to defend themselves against Kreans then they had no right to the position, so to ask for his weapons was to deny their faith in their leader, the Lord before had understood this and had taken no issue with Kreans weaponry while he was teaching the written word so why should they. Luckily they quickly realised the Saurian's large frame and gleaming teeth and claws for the weapons they were and decided to simply escort him in themselves, an honour guard was much more acceptable to him even if still they brought shame to their chief by doing so, it seemed that the Lady they spoke of was not as strong as their Chieftain Karligar.

Still Kreans would behave himself as he was lead into the study that he'd formerly completed the quest in, it had been a good earner for such a simple task, even if the Chief had been coughing blood and close to dying for the majority of their time together. The two guards sent with him didn't seem to relish the job, why his presence was unsettling them so he couldn't guess, surely those assigned to guarding the Chief would be strong warriors and shouldn't be phased by him, yet these seemed not to have the toughened mind that was necessary to protect their leader. Kreans shook his head lightly at the thought that the human Chiefs chose their warriors as such, their chief had impressed him but the warriors not nearly as much.

When the female spoke he'd wait where indicated, and when she descended he'd barely contain his displeasure at the woman who he was to deal with. An unpleasant female from his small interaction the last time and one that seemed altogether less likely to help him from her nature, he would try however as getting this job done would help him grow in power both from the Shaper and from helping this human city. "I am your visitor, Kreans of the Skaldi Resistance Front, I have seen you need help in repairing your city and I come with letter from the Shaper to aid."

"The task you have given me is assistance enough, My Lady. I thank you." *The young man smiled warmly and gave her a deep bow to say goodbye.* "If there is nothing the two of you need from me..." *He looked at Allyria as if to see if she needed him for something. If she didn't stop him he would make his way to the door.* "I suppose I should follow the guard! Have a good day, Ladies. And thank you, again. To the both of you."

*Jorakhn, if he wasn't stopped, would find the guard that had just walked in a moment ago and follow him as instructed.*

"No sssir. Thank you." Shrrk shrugs impassively and looks further down the road. He'd come for the chance to prove himself a warrior and here he was close to that realization. With a bob of his head he dismissed the conversation and moved closer to the town. He watches his surroundings closely and barely glances back at the rider who continued on to his fellows. Shrrk snuffed a few times to get the smell of horse and man from his nose.

"Thankfully, no. There's nothing else you can assist with for the time being. Is there anything you require of me?"

Allyria was no stranger to how diplomacy worked, well sort of. She had never met a Duke's mother before rising to her station as countess. She didn't know how to deal with anyone other than a clan matriarch of a prominent Korasuan family. She believed treating Tyr's mother in the same fashion would be good enough. At least it would be respectful enough. Having no children of her own, Allyria couldn't claim equality in that right. Motherhood wasn't something she had been graced with, only adopted motherhood.

That was seriously lacking. But now wasn't the time, if there ever was one. If she could even do it anymore. She wasn't sure, not that she tried before, but she wasn't sure if she could reproduce given her current circumstances. All these doubts raced through her head for a moment. Then she smiled. Shrugging them off for the time being.

A voice comes down from above the stairs on the left of the entrance to the study.

"I'll be down in a moment. Wait there."

A feminine and controlled voice. Kreans would recognize it as Lady Karligar who treated him so harshly before. Soon she'd come down the stairs dressed in white and gold. A simple dress but one that appears to befit her station as the sister to the king. She comes over to the desk and gestures for the three to follow her. The two soldiers and the Skaldi.

"Is this skaldi my visitor? What was your name again?"

"My banner..."

Redgar says thinking aloud. For a moment the room grows quiet again. He sighs and says.

"This is not an easy thing. I admit that. I have a hard time with it. I've been considering what I would do if one of you were asking me to step in behind you and follow your banner. Not sure I would. That's because I'm not sure what the rest of you have done other than securing your own borders, if you've done that at all. I defended Morith from an enemy much greater than my forces, I've been protecting my people, and I'd extend the same to you and yours if you could stand with my banner."

He says steepling his fingers. He looks about the room, settling on each Duke and Duchess.

"As for the factions of the alliance and the current regime, let's talk about that. If either of them can prove their legitimate inheritance to the throne, then I'll stand behind them. All they have to do is sit on the Hydrillium throne, no? Isn't that all it takes to prove it belongs to them?"