Day 43 of the 397th year of the Second Age

It has been a long time since I've left the palace walls, but it felt too much like a tomb since my father, King Craigg passed away.  He died before his time at the young age of fifty four.  Now I am King, King Tritus still does not sound right on my ears.  I've still so much learn about the world of Rybia and what is the Kingdom of Nah's true place in it.  My father could not have died at a worse time.  War is on many of the peasants lips, even worse it is on the minds of many ambassadors from the other tribes and kingdoms.  That is why I had to leave the palace, to walk around my kingdom and be amongst my people.

As King I cannot walk openly, so I simply disguise myself as one of our warriors as their armor protects me in case I am noticed by assassins or other interests.  The armor feels light on me, perfect for hunting in the nearby forests providing strong protection from beasts yet light enough to allow my people to track a wounded deer.  The cloak and clothes over the armor are white with a large red diagonal stripe going across the chest.  It was my grandfather's design, white for purity of spirit and red for our courage.  Walking through the streets to the market people move out of the way and not because of the sword I bear.  I warriors have always been honorable and our people never forget this.

We come at last to the Grand Market of Nah, a sight to see as merchants from the four corners of Rybia come to peddle their wares.  Weapons, armor, spices, magic, and beasts all find their way here.  Everyday there is a mix of people here.  Nobles speak with mercenaries and guards about weapons.  Battle mages discuss advances in magic as their acolytes look on.  Children run about and play, often times fixed on watching a beast or a particularly impressive adventurer.  Most importantly the merchants bring with them news of the world that they've picked up along their travels and from their hometowns.  

The news is not good.  Every country is preparing for war as if it is inevitable.  There is talk of the Raja coming out of the mountains.  Blood thirsty bastards, the Raja sold their services to an unknown ruler and made an attempt on my father's life.  They aren't to be trusted and their involvement will only upset an already unstable situation.  I must return to speak with my advisor, Sethral.