The troupe of three were designed to instil respect, but not provide a threat. A royal envoy, sent by King Blackthorn, dressed in his colors. The black and red checkered tabards declared that these were the King's Men, and as such untouchable. "You should not run into any resistance, if you do, come home. Do not draw your weapons, they are for display. Test their resolve, and uncover any information you can. Talk to the Mayor, see if you can figure out what is going on." Dupre had told the three in Britain. As they approached the public moongate the three got nervous. "Why send us before dawn? This whole thing makes me nervous. All this posturing in Skara Brae, seems suspicious." One of the three said as they entered the clearing. "Whole thing feels like we are lambs being lead to the slaughter" said the second. "Shut up you two, this isn't a big deal. It's just Skara Brae!" said the third and stepped into the open moongate. The three arrived in the clearing of the Skara Brae moongate just before dawn. A pretty young woman in a mixture of purple and brown dressings waited for them with a smile on her face. "The Union Welcomes you to Skara Brae..." she said with a brief bow and a curtsey. Dawn finally broke and flooded their eyes with a brief shine, at the same time there was a rustling of the trees behind them. It was the last sound the three men ever heard.