GLORY [meeting]

[Maxence]

MAXENCE LOOKING UP FOR HEAVEN He had listened, he had grimaced, and soon he had heard too much. Maxence did not rise to the heights of Solterra nad rally them for their disatisfaction, and if doing so would cause such a riot he'd step down immediately.  with a grunt the stag descended through the crowd, his skin itching for sport and for blood. Glory and gore came easily to this commander, decorated and awarded with his medals and orders, but it was the mention of combat to solve the dilemma that truly piqued his interest. With an eye curved toward those who believed himself worthy, Maxence gave a slight scoff. He was no king; yes, he gave orders, but as one who constantly served. Could he do that if he were to stand up as their sovereign? Perhaps that was what made the best kings. The kind who server their people, not had their people serve them. It took long moments, minutes even of deliberations in his own mind to source any kinf of ideaon how he or any claimants to the throne might prove themselves. And soon an idea sprung forth. "Tomorrow at dawn. A trial by combat" He announced, taking his steps awy from the crowd, mainly to keep his word final and without dispute. "The Elder Teryr terrorizes the canyons; A worthy protector of these lands will vanquish it for their right to sovereignty" THIS MEETING IS OVER