The air is thick with a heavy aroma of incense. It’s with some apprehension that you have, entering the kingdom. Rumors have traveled far and wide that nothing is well in this troubled land. The king has been killed, felled by an arrow in what may have been an accident, but might just as easily have been murder. Whatever the true fate of the king, it is now known far and wide that this kingdom is without him. Crossing the frontier into this realm, you can feel and see a great sadness is abroad. Everywhere the plebeians and peasants have built mourning pyres.