Jain raised an eyebrow as the messenger continued telling the news of the King's death. He had only wanted to survey the warcamps and explore the Shattered Plains. He hadn't expected much of a ruckus. The king just had to go and get assassinated, didn't he?
Sighing, Jain took his toy panda out. The toy was scuffed and battered after years of travel, despite Jain's best attempts to keep it in the best condition. While Jain had a fetish for all pandas, and as a result had an entire collection of panda toys, he had always been more partial towards this toy. He had never named it, and it didn't seem to want to be named. It's face, even though it was forever frozen in a smile, sometimes seemed to show deeper and darker emotions. Right now, the toy panda was only staring blankly back at him.
Putting the toy back into his pocket, Jain went back to his rooms in Highprince Sebariel's warcamp. It looked like some exciting things were going to occur.