{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{He is a king without his elegant trappings - but, really, he doesn't need them. The robe he wears catches the light with the smallest of motions, glittering faintly as if precious jewels are woven in the fabric. His hair is bound into a single thick braid that lays against his back and his circlet is elsewhere - as are his rings.}

How many parents reside in Lunatia? Are you separated from your children if so? {The flickering light on the table before him is all the illumination he requires as he works on a sketch. The drawing depicts trees and a variety of animal life beneath their mighty boughs.}

My fear for my son increases by the day and I have found no relief for it. I hardly realized how helpless I could feel as a father.

{His attention shifts from the sketch of the forest to a second sketch of a face much like his own - yet different enough that it must be his son.}

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video, un: hexadin

[halforc]

[ WHAT'S UP, SPARKLES. ]

You know what you need to do? Get absolutely shitfaced on the cheapest ale around and stop thinking so much.

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[tauraran]

{My how he has fallen to be called Sparkles!}

I cannot. {No, seriously. He can't.} The ale is not strong enough.