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When Klethi and Fenris entered Lycaon's hall the king was sitting grimly on his throne. His posture, normally stiff and regal, was slouching and he was using his hand to hold up his head. Lycaon was a worrier and this entire quest business was particularly stressful. At times like this thoughts of his old nature begin to resurface and it took the king all the power he had to resist the temptation to revert to his old ways and forcibly take the adamant back. He knew he could, but he wasn't sure that he could return to himself if he did go down that dark road again.

Lycaon was glad that Hazeramth was there to introduce the mortal to Arkngthan. Lycaon didn't think that the elf looked like much, but who knew with the people Klethi chooses or blesses. He was surprised that the mortal could be an atheist even when was surrounded by the majesty of the gods; however, he did respect the honesty of Klethi's champion, especially since it was hers. When he overheard the goddess joking about the elf having sex with his daughter Lycaon was uncharacteristically amused. He had never thought of being a grandfather, but it was possible that Nymeria would one day find a mate. He was sure that it wouldn't be the elf before him though.

The king saw that Fenris was avoiding his gaze and while he was offended that he was considered a tyrant he didn't plan on hurting the mortal. "So your Klethi's champion. I really can't say that your the most impressive mortal, but I'm sure you'll have your part to play in the events ahead." Even as he spoke the king could hear a voice in the back of his head asking him why he put so much effort into protecting these pitiful creatures that show him little gratitude. "I apologize for my rudeness. I'm not really myself today. That or I'm too much of myself." The King said apologetically.

Before he could say anything more Nymeria walked into the hall. "Let me guess. This is one of those heroes you told me about." she said to her father. It was obvious from her appearance that Nymeria had just gotten back from working out. She was covered in dirt and sweat and was breathing heavily from the strenuous effort. She walked over the Fenris and offered him her hand. "I'm Nymeria, daughter of Lycaon, Thane of the High-King of your people, and slayer of the dread dragon Belirand. And who are you may I ask?"