He raised a brow, wondering how the other could be so cheerful at the mention of a not happy story, but he shrugged.

"Ah, where to start. I suppose I should lay the foundation. You see, my world - my people - we are at war with another clan, the Yasha. We are war for control of a powerful Castle, much like this one, that has the ability to grant the one who holds it their deepest wish. This war has been going on since I can remember, and I am fairly old. It was an old war when my father was young, and his father before him. I was but the latest king to lead my people each night against the enemy."