Emma's shoulders sink back to a resting position under my arm as our feet carry us back towards the path.
"He's the old man that lives at the shrine?" she says, back to her deadpan voice.
"Shrine? What shrine?" I ask.
Emma points her finger in a general direction. "There's an old shrine near the older part of the palace that didn't get burnt down during a fire a few years ago."
"Huh? The palace got burnt down? When?" My mouth spits out more and more questions, surprised at how much has happened in this place. First, there's a shrine of some sort and now, the palace has apparently suffered a fire in the recent past.
"There was a fire around 10 years ago, I think. But your palace has mostly newer maids so I haven't heard much about it." Emma says apologetically.
I shake my head. "No, it's fine. Just take me to this shrine!" I say with newfound excitement.
