An Uncharted Realm. The Whispering Woods.
"Your Highness, this is no ordinary fawn."
Deep within a cavern hidden in the forest, the Gnoll Wepwawet strode in, dragging a tightly bound white deer by a thick rope. He approached Pallas, offering the prize to his Giant Prince.
"Not an ordinary fawn?" Pallas lounged lazily beside a crackling campfire deep inside the cave, barely lifting his eyes to inspect the white deer dangling from Wepwawet's grip. "What, does white venison just taste better?"
"Heh heh... She's different, Your Highness. When I caught her last night, she was a beautiful young maiden!"
A maiden? A white deer?
Pallas's eyes instantly lit up. He and his royal guard had descended upon this alien world as the vanguard. Aside from securing a location to plant the ward-activator, their mission was to gather intelligence and subjugate the locals. This realm had been marked by the Platinum Authority. Everything here was destined to belong to the organization.
