A man sat with his head covered with a cloak of handwoven cotton. Beside him was another man who sat by an extensive throne of wrought iron and whose ripped physique was the causal factor why he didn't wear a cloak even if the climate of the red lands seemed to be harsh. Down the throne sat two more men of high Caliber. From how they spoke and from how they carried themselves, royalty was never far fetched when people saw them. They had red silk regalia covering their waste and for and for the cold, They simply wore cloak of hide which still had furs of the lynx on...