Threat and choices

"Greetings Your Majesties" Garth said as he got on his knees

As Garth greeted the major response received were a bunch of grunts and Garth despite only arriving could guess why this was so. At the moment, he wasn't just the captain of the Queen's Guards and Euroan General; he was now a diplomat sent to check the alignment of a new nation and the very fact that he had returned the very next day didn't speak well of their mission.

If he was in their shoes then he too would grunt at the diplomat's greetings however, he didn't care much about them because he wasn't a High Orc or a Dwarf or a Gnome, he was an Elf and his queen was Queen Euroa the Fae. None of their responses truly mattered to him.

"Welcome back, general… i would assume the mission didn't go well" Euroa who was still seated calmly on her throne said

"No, your majesty"

"I see"