As the King finished talking, Carambeth looked up from the Elven Queen's side, and looked upon the Minotaur the King had proclaimed as He Who Rides The Storm, a myth, as far as Carambeth was concerned. Carambeth looked upon the hulking minotaur, covered in black hair, mail and scraps of armour. He seemed to carry no weapon, likely the Alliance didn't fancy someone of his size carrying around anything dangerous. Beasts like him weren't so easy to overcome. The whispers in the crowd started to arise again, and the Queen lent over and whispered in his ear, "The Ranger's must go with the Minotaur, what remains of their strength will be needed there." "But, Your Highne-" she cut him off, sensing his thoughts. "The Alliance will take care of Lorinea. The Orga have passed through, and they will not dare try their strength against the combined might of the Alliance. Not yet..." Carambeth bowed low, "Yes, My Queen. The Rangers will be informed, I will leave at once." "Speak with this Minotaur, before you leave, take him to Lorinea if you will, as you gather your Rangers. Learn what you can of him, and report back to me before you leave on any quest. Your Rangers have dwindled Carambeth, and strong warriors will be needed. You should find as many able bodied adventurers as you can, and take them with you. Our strength must be combined if we are to have any hope of destroying this army." Carambeth looked away from the King, and noticed the Minotaur had taken his leave. The Court was again talking in hushed whispers, and the King was yelling for silence. The Ranger nodded to his Queen, and left in silence. When he was outside, he saw the Minotaur retriving his weapons, a large pole-axe, by the look of it. "Minotaur, I must speak with you," said Carambeth, motioning to the Minotaur to come out of earshot of any commoners or Guards in the area. "My name is Carambeth, First Ranger of Lorinea," he said formely, bowing low. "My Queen has commanded that the strength of the Rangers follow you into battle." "I have heard of your Rangers, Carambeth," he replied, "They are strong and admirable warriors. I am Ephrit Stormborn." "Well met," replied Carambeth, surprised by the large Minotaurs manners, "If you will, I shall take you to Lorinea. I have been instructed to gather my remaining Rangers, and to recruit any who will oppose the Orga threat. Let it be known I am not under your command, though are instructions are the same. We should work together, if we are to achieve peace. The army will take time to mobilize, but a small strike force should be able to atleast break their defences and learn the reason of this sudden attack." Ephrit made no reply, except the nodding of his head. "This army is like nothing you have faced Carambeth. Like nothing noone has ever faced. We will need all the strength we can muster. I will go with you to Lorinea, but I cannot stay long. For I am needed by those who sent me."