The trees danced as the gods pushed them side to side. Gracefully missing each other's leaves and branches. Orasto and Pail looked at me. I strared back. I was the
oldest. We were of House Lokeia, our father was King Trustifor I of Justicis. The Kingdomw as founded by him and was taken by evil. It ran out the townspeople and
murdered my house. I was able to save my brother, but for what? To sit here? Stare at each other? The town Lousin was a nice little town, but not big enough to
retake our Kingdom. We will have to do it ourselves. "Brothers, we have come along way to be here. We have fought the evil, seen the evil, and killed the evil.
We can reclaim what is ours, or die here. I wish not to fight you, but you may go out on your own and claim the Kingdom." They looked at each other and knelt one at a
time. "We support you brother." Orasto unsheathed his sword and laid it at his knees. "Aye, you saved me, time for me to repay my debt." Said Pail as he unsheathed his
sword, held the grip, and struck the ground with the tip of the sword. "I am glad to hear this news. Now, gather up our things Orasto. Pail, we must go to the tavern."
I said opening the door of our little home.
The Old Goat. Nice name for a tavern. As the door opened the creak was loud. And the voices were louder. "Pail, we must watch our backs in here, their are bandits and
maragers." I whispered into my brothers ear as we stood at the bar. "What can I get ye?" The bartender said as he ragged out a cup. "Two cups of mead, and some rumours
while were waiting." I said scanning the bar. Two men sat in the back chatting, a family sat in the middle, maybe a guild was singing and dancing on the left side.
"Pail, stay here, I shall be back." I said as my feet walked me over to the little family. Three boys and a father. "Father, when will our food come?" The oldest boy
asked. "When it gets here, be patient." He said back. The other two boys talked to each other as best friends. They were twins. I stood next to the Father. "May I
have a seat?" I asked him glancing at an open chair. "Sure, what's your name?" He asked. "I am Thoromis of house Lokeia." I sat down and looked at him. "You know, your
father was a mad man?" He said. Everyone knew the story of my father. Murdering his sisters and brothers. Killing his own men. "Yes, he was a tyrant." I said back.
"I am glad you don't have your father's knowledge, you would have been dead in a second, see them two men in the corner?" I nodded. "Their bandits, just saw them
rob a man and leave him their naked. You see that group of women and men over their?" He pointed. "Their a local guild that don't do anything but drink their lives
away and feast." He took a sip of mead. "These are my boys, Kilaer, Lopei, and Popei. Kilaer is ten and seven as Lopei and Popei are ten and four." He smiled as
Lopei and Popei looked at me. "Are you a king?" One asked me. "No, he's a prince." The other one shot back at his brother. "No, you both are wrong, he is just a man,
like us." Kilear, the oldest one of the brothers spoke. He had a tone of voice you could notice. That stook out. A man already. The father leaned in to talk to me.
"As I, I am Gorgip." He said in a whisper tone. "I wish to ask you something. I am reclaiming my kingdom with my brothers Orasto and Pail. I wish that you accompany
me as well as your boys." I whispered to him. "I will come with you." Kilaer spoke up. I wasn't quiet enough. Gorgip looked at him than me. "I won't come. As, I am
just an old man. But, I will send my boys with their brother. Kilaer, watch over your brothers. Keep them safe at all costs." He said as Kilaer raised his chin as his
brothers got up from their table. I looked to the bar where Pail was talking to the Bartender