Things were hectic in Eirbane.
For the first time in over 200 years, elves were populating the land of the humans.
Because they had no place to go, and most barely spoke the language, they crowded the rift landing area aimlessly.
Not to mention, the knight order was rushing all over the place, searching for anyone and everyone who might have been descended from the king.
Solomon arrived in the realm just as night had begun to fall.
When he appeared, he was not wearing his human face, but rather, the outer dark mantle awakened by his mother.
The hood over his head did very little to cover his skull-like face. His horns and glowing eyes drew silent, panicked stares from the elves and soldiers nearby.
The only reason Solomon didn't cause a mass panic was his companion.
A large black hound with three heads loomed behind him, with three proud heads raised high and her tail wagging proudly.
