A rider is seen through the land of Ithaca,
riding hard for their capitol city.
Bursting through the doors to King Talos' throne room,
he pulls back his hood and pulls back his cloak...
"My lord," he says, bowing.
"I come on official business from a friend.
We must speak in private."
King Talos, do you accept this conference?
If so, please PM me.
You know not who exactly this is,
but you do not view him as a threat.