A knight in rather dull armor ran what looked like a mile across the throne room to kneel below the fifty meter high throne. "My lord!" he yelled so his voice got to the top of the throne, "The demon army is closing in, soon they'll arrive at the capital!" The 'lord' he was referring to did not respond, for conversing with a member of the castle guard was far too below him. The knight ran out of the room, only to hope his words reached the kings ears. The sound of his armor clanking down the hall broke the silence, like a clock ticking in your ear while you're trying to fall asleep. One snap of his fingers and exactly twenty four seconds later, eleven people flooded into the room through doors on the side. The minimal light emitting from the windows behind the throne revealed no further than the black cloaks of the eleven men, only to leave the king in shadow. The eleven men began to argue loudly, but the king remained quiet. The arguing became pointless quarrelling. "Silence!" The king had finally lost his patience. "We are to perform a hero summoning!" The kings word was final, nobody dared to argue with him. The silence in the air could only define one thing; But sire, why did you even summon us? The king had not morsel of patience left in him "Well, what are you waiting for, go and summon a hero!" They bowed their heads and retreated from the room.