When they had passed through the smaller training courtyard of the castle a butler had greeted them and asked them why they had come to the palace. "We have business to report to the king. As you can see this party bears the proper identification to request a meeting." Ibis unexpectedly drew attention not only to the travel medals the party wore but also the marking of the king of Ordist and their silver plaques.
"Of course, we shall notify the king sir Ibis. Please follow me to a room for you all to rest." The butler led the, down a hall and to a larger room with lavished furniture. The couches were softer than any the party had ever sat on before. The coffee table was made from an intricately carved wood that they could not identify. Ibis motioned for an attendant in the corner who rushed off at his signal. The attendant showed up with tea and a tray of small finger sandwiches in just a moment. This was the life of royalty, being waited on hand and foot.
