Broan was a large city, composed of two tiers. The outer, for the impoverished, and the inner wall for the nobles and wealthy. At the center of the city stood the palace, a large obelisk that could be viewed from miles away. Chan'i stared at the palace as she and her kin walked through the tiers of Broan. It seemed almost oppressive, towering over the surrounding areas, as if to remind them of their place. Chan'i shuddered. She didn't like this place. There were carts and shops lining the streets, but not a soul was to be seen, other than an occasional stare from an accusing pair of eyes through a window. Black clothes hung from nigh every window and door, proclaiming the terrible toll the plague had inflicted. "I don't like this place." Chan'i voiced her thoughts in a whisper, her voice seeming to echo through the abandoned streets. She looked to the other Fauns for reassurance. One looked back, and shared with her a worried glance, but none spoke. They all jumped as they passed through the palace gates, and the silence was broken by a fanfare of trumpets. Chan'i's eyes widened as she entered the courtyard. It was full of people of all ages, races, and genders. She saw three large creatures standing in solitude at the back of the courtyard, and wondered who or what they were. She stopped moving as Terel gestured at them, and walked alone to where the other leaders stood. Terel was young to lead, being only twenty-four, but his wisdom surpassed that of the great elders. On his head were a long spiraling pair of horns, the envy of the male population, and the desire of all the female. (Chan'i included.) As Terel approached, the king Elthidius bowed, and spread his arms in welcome. "I am so glad that you could come, noble Faun. Please forgive my ignorance, I am not versed in the world outside my kingdom, and know not your name." "I am Terel." He said with a curt nod, "I have brought five with me." And enough food to feed us all no doubt. Chan'i turned to where the voice had originated from, and gasped as she saw a giant blue specter wolf, grinning at Terel, and drooling from its pointed maw. "Silence Zin." Spoke another voice, and Chan'i saw a tall nondescript figure standing next to the wolf, "You shall have to pardon Zin, he doesn't know what is and is not appropriate to say to others." The wolf grinned even further, and sat down upon its haunches. "Now." Elthidius said, shaking his head slightly, and turning to face the crowd, "I'm sure you are all aware of why I have called you, so I shall not make you wait any longer. Now that all the parties have arrived, I shall go get the monk."