It isn’t the ending at the tale of children’s stories, the joyous charade does not last when strife though lesser than battle and war, is the most important thing before their sights once again. But Bard does not blame them. He is lucky, he has his three children before him, alive, well. That is not something he can say for the majority of the people, the Elves, the Dwarves. There begins a time where he starts to flinch inwardly towards his position, this threshold the people now hold him upon, and that is fine, after all, he rose to the challenge, and now the biggest challenge is the light of day. 

There’s a brash knock at the door, and Bard sighs, heavily to himself, burrowing almost deeper into the depths of the chair, as he lets his voice release into the barren room. “What’s the matter?” He had not been expecting anything - anyone.. today.