"So I see you are all enjoying yourselves in my palace but no one bows before me" Allias said and crossed his legs on the throne, looking at the crowd in front of him. The people of the elf tribe immediately fell to their knees, even the ones who had not understood the situation. It was clear as day now. Who he was and what he was doing. He was reclaiming his throne and making sure everyone knew that he was not satisfied with what had been going on.
"You are too in the presence of kings; do you expect us to bow to you so easily?" The new troll leader said. He was new, a young man in his early twenties with greenish skin and dark tattoos all over his exposed arms.
Another troll person appeared behind him, an old man probably his advisor and he grabbed his arm pulling him back. Allias smiled, he didn't seem to know who he was. For a lot of them I am just a historical figure I guess, he thought.