Legend Of The Young Warlock

Words Of Bathias

Celebration. Wealene's Palace. Agranah

~Royalties~

"Bathias, the bard."

At the call of Jaith, Bathias the bald bard, kinky, stout, white long drooping beards with stray curls, dressed in a while linen garment which covered his waist, but left a strap up his chest to be connected to another at his back. Leaving his chest and back bare. Stepped into the ring of fire which ought to emphasize what dramatic direction his literary presentation would take. He bowed slightly and started his ritual humming before the words would flow.

It's the gathering of the Kings. An occasion that takes place three times a year in Agranah. Mostly centering on the kingdoms yet to pay their taxes, new developments they've learnt from other nations outside the walls of Agranah and its sister kingdoms. Like they had once learnt from a kingdom called Frankia and had built a rampart to take the form of such defense system that had kept the remote kingdom standing.

But this tim