Alexhandr Ro Denthanor stood beside his best friend and High General, Jakir Aussir-Oth, his scaled hands behind his back. The two comrades looked over a company of Draconis soldiers. Named "Bloodfangs" for their ruthlessless in battle and tendency to sink their sharp teeth in their opponents when they were unarmed, the veteran company had served Alexhandr's father and now served him. They were the most loyal of all soldiers, elites and veterans. All wore dark green and black plated armor and held long, obsidian blades in their right hands, their swords upright as they were inspected. "Perfection, just as always," Alexhandr said to the Captain of the Bloodfangs and to Jakir. The Captain saluted the High General and then bowed low before his liege. He then about faced and barked orders. "A-bout, face! For-ward, MARCH!" The Bloodfangs then marched forward in perfect unison, heading back to the barracks after getting another grade-A inspection after a skirmish. All members were sane; as sane as a Bloodfang could be, anyway. King Alexhandr turned and grinned to Jakir. "Ah, Jakir, my friend. All is going well. The remnants of the Sjach are weak and feeble, and they constantly cower before our righteous might!" "Indeed, my liege," said the High General, a small smile on his face. "But, you have spent too much time with me today. I insist that you take a break and spend time with the common folk of Numinor. They adore you, and enjoy it when you walk with them in the streets and talk to them in the markets." The black-scaled Dracoins king nodded to the blue-scaled High General. "Aye, that is right. I think my people are too kind to me. Ahhh, but you are right. I have not walked with them for some time. It would please them. You know how to find me at all times, Jakir. If diplomats and the like arrive while I am spending face-time with my people, fetch me post haste." "Of course, sire!" replied the General, who then bowed before his friend. "Enjoy yourself, my king." Alexhandr smiled as he walked away. He loved talking to his citizens. He enjoyed hearing their compliments and criticisms. It made him elated. After walking past several farms and waving to the people he walked by, Alexhandr entered a market near the Southern gate of Numinor. He browsed the wares and talked economics with a few merchants, and asked a few denizens how their families fared. All who saw him were comforted by his humility and his benevolence. They all bowed to him, not out of fear or respect, but out of love. A group of females, each a different race: a high elf, a dark elf, a draconis, an orc, and a human all giggled and crowded around him. They spoke to him quickly, bombarding him with questions about his well being and whether or not he was seeking a life-mate. The usually social Alexhandr blushed and shied away, slowly pushing past them, all while answering their questions rapidly and politely. He jogged away as he got out of the circle, and sighed.