Zion sat looking into the fire. "My story is kind of funny. I started out in the Kingdom of the Men of the North, I was the son of the old King, the one that was friendly with Asmire. He died, and then his general decided he would take over, me being very young. Well then he decided to kick me out because he liked being in command. I ran down to High Town here, I wanted to talk to the king of Asmire. By the time I made it, the new king had already made several attacks into Asmire. And they didn't know it was a new king, so I was imprisoned. But my friendly nature allowed me to make friends with a couple of rangers, and once the fighting was over, the allowed me in. Not the best story, but it's my story." He smiled looking at them.