Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26210095-20160119022844/@comment-26210095-20160122015818

The soldier raises an eyebrow. "This way sir."

You pass the streets of Umbar, under heavy guard. Instead of keeping you under guard, it feels as if they are protecting you. Many give you dark looks as you walk through the streets.

Soon, you reach the black marble palace and throne room of Umbar. On the throne, which is made out of black marble, with mithril trimming, sits Veantur Elerion, King of Umbar. To his right, sits Miriel. She seems quite stressed. When she sees you, her face lights up, but she tries to conceal it. "Welcome, Imrahil. why do you journey here?" asks Veantur.