Aldar motioned his team to get ready for the next round while he lead Serna and Caliaphy to where the flag was on a small hill surrounded by random barricades. "Okay. You and your friend will stay with me this round. Our job is to protect the flag from the rival team. We have these water skins to make the ground slick in case they get too close. If they succeed and get the flag, we have to tag them forcing them to retreat to their side of the gardens and start over, got it?"

"I got it!" Serna confirmed as she took a defensive stance, "This kind of reminds me of what I do with my shield. Mostly keeping our enemies from getting to me or my friends. What do you think, Caliaphy, is this going to be fun or what?"

"LOTS OF FUN!!" The kurori squealed with delight as the game began with the rival team clashing with Aldar's team in the middle. There was a kid on either side that went wide and came around the main group in an attempt to side step them and head straight for the flag with Aldar, Serna, and Caliaphy guarding it.

"You want this flag so badly? Come and get it!" Serna dropped into a defensive stance getting ready for one of them to attack, "If you can!"

The two kids glanced across the gardens at each other briefly with one nodding and the other signaling in return as they charged up the hill to the flag. The one that nodded bull rushed Aldar, while the other jumped over him reaching out to the flag behind everyone.

******

"As you wish," The Prince turned to leave and Irzen followed after him. Willow took everyone through the beautifully arcane passageways of the Palace of Westfall until they arrived at the main dining hall. Much to everyone's surprise, they not only found Princes Liliandra standing before a table covered with a wide variety of different foods but also an all-too familiar fire-haired She-Elf standing as well with her tome and a quill pen in hand.

Standing a step or two behind Princess Liliandra, the She-Elf smiled graciously and curtseyed as the rest of the adventurers entered the dining hall.

"Gee," Alyson muttered to whispered to herself, "War Scribe isn't being inconspicuous is she."

The Bronze Man bowed again before the princess as a sign of respect, and she in kind.

Princess Liliandra motioned for the party to take a seat, "Welcome. Please have a seat. When everyone is settled in, our meal will be served and then talks shall begin concerning the dreaded enemy of the Northaven kingdom."

"Forgive me for my poor manners," The beautiful She-Elf clad in green declared, "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lady Harlotta, I am a Bard from the Kingdom of Macul."

"Macul?" Irzen asked with a raised eyebrow, "So how is my old friend Darkbrook Elven King? How does he fare these days?"

Both Lazheros and Alyson just looked at each other in disbelief.

"The king is quite well," Lady Harlotta batted her eyelashes seductively.

"And his alliance with the Swan May and the Humans?" The Swordsman quizzed the Bard, "Does it remain strong?"

~Seriously LAME!~ The elementalist hung her head trying to keeping her mouth shut from the embarrassment that was War Scribe.

~Indeed, Alysiane.~ The bronze man kept a straight face letting her sit down first, then he sat down next to her.

"Indeed it does," Lady Harlotta smiled before she turned back to the table, "Mayhaps we can coverse more during dinner?"

"Mayhaps indeed, my lady," Irzen bowed curtly before he took his seat.

The princess took notice of both Lord Irzen and his apparent knowledge of knowing or having met Lady Harlotta. Even she knew, Harlotta was not an Elven name, or half-elven name.