Chapter 63 - The Queen's Mercy, The Hero's Coming

In the royal castle that smelled of gold instead of stains from the undead, a buzzing discussion coiled the throne room. The human Queen Elsara groaned with her head tilted, her crown unbearbly weighted among her browny hair that hued silvers of royalty, as she glared at the buzzing subjects below from her throne, surrounding a table placed upon with a white globe collared by silvers, stained black could seen in one ciricular spot and spreading in an alarming rate, a foretelling of the utter dangers the Holy Town of Rouen is currently facing.