::Later, in a large hall that has been overtaken by trees, roots and floors, choking the metal and plastic that form the facility, a makeshift court resides, two thrones of wood and stone.

There sits a tall red-headed woman, seemingly almost a tree herself, in a red dress that does nothing to hide her voluptuous curves.

Besides her is a diminutive man, an elf perhaps, smaller, but no less regal than his compatriot.::



Pray tell, Lord Knight, what is it that thou believes to be worthy of my Queen's attention? What is it of Man that you think is naught a waste of ticking seconds and fading minutes?