The small party of three had been taking their time and were strolling through the city at a leisurely pace as they finally neared the northern city gate.
"It's too bad we couldn't go through the southern gate." Jack shrugged.
Tralon chuckled, "You just want to see the giant statue in the southern square."
"So, who wouldn't?"
Argyle laughed as well, "Yeah, who wouldn't want to see a giant statue carved in their likeness?"
When the three men reached the gate, Tralon and Argyle both nodded to the guard as reassurance to let them pass.
"U-um, sirs. I'm afraid we need to check that man," one of the guards nervously stated, pointing at Jack.
"And why's that?" asked Argyle.
"W-we're just following orders."
The guards all trembled as they pondered the orders given to them by Lord Bikkem, who made sure to try and stall Tralon's party for as long as possible.
