Ever since Killdare told him to prepare for the journey to Tundra a few years back, Nymphetamine had been tending to the alliances of Chamber on his own. He was basically on a rotation between gates, tundra, and the valley. visit one, recruit at the meadow, come home, visit the second, recruit, come home...you get the picture.Due to his busy schedule, the unplanned search for his daughter, and recruiting, the blood bay had gone a whole year without discussing much of anything with Killdare. The old adage no news is good news seemed to be the one he worked by.  But a year was quite long enough without a check in with the King; to make sure there were no change in plans or alterations in alliances. So the leading diplomat met with his King and heard some most welcome news. Arthas, the stallion he had recruited a little over a year ago had decided to join his cast. The army was a noble choice but if you are not gifted it could be a difficult position to hold. There are those that can do so, but it was a constant uphill battle. 

The news meant he had to reach out and give the boy a job, start his training. Being a diplomat wasn't as physically taxing but it was a mentally heavy job. One that meant having a hold on one's temper always, and putting many of your own opinions aside so that the Kingdom's needs always came first. If memory served the necromancer, Arthas had been a little quick to anger during his recruitment, got rather upset by his lighthearted pet names.  Nymphetamine would have to see to it that Arthas had grown out of that. All of the training and the adjustments would happen slowly, Diplomatic training was a different sort of study. But it was one Nymphetamine had to start sooner rather than later. So the diplomat went to the ever burning tree at the center of Chamber. And called for Arthas. It was beyond time for his training to begin. He also made it known that if anyone else were interested in becoming a diplomat that now was a great time to join, and training was just starting. The blood bay hoped that there would be others to stop by.... as Arthas and Nymph would not be enough if ever their alliances shifted.
 

Nymphetamine

in my heart, that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision