*News reaches solace of rumors Holm is raising an army. Prince Lancels men (Disguised as lepers) Spy upon the new navy that has seemed to spring out of no where. Lancel Stresses over a map looking for all possible ways to Holm through sea. Rain hits the window like a thousand little drums as the candle flickers over the table. "Troubled times are coming I fear.. ships must be built to patrol these waters," Lancel thinks to himself while sipping wine from his right hand.