You kneel in the chapel silently, the air heavy with incense as the droning latin prayers fill the air. You have been here for days, the only accompanyment your ferverent devotion to the church.
Suddenly the door is flung open, Grindor the acolyte stands at the door, his chest heaving in his war plate.
"Lord ALexander...COme quick...Its...Its carly! Shes returned from the states!"