Except for the fifteen minutes he spent greeting the many people they encountered, father Jagan kept his word they crossed the few hundred meters as fast as they could. That, without creating a brawl, attracting guards or worse.
They had abandoned every single ally to venture toward the royal palace. None of the men from the Pack could follow them. "The lesser the better." Said the priest, suggesting later that peace was the best way to approach a noble blood.
The weird hat he had been gifted hardly fitted his big head, Oswald had no other choice but to carry it under his elbow and shrug off any question directed at it.
"I require an audience!" Father Jagan shouted in front of the guards keeping the main entrance of the royal palace.
The two were first surprised, however their sudden burst of laugh back-lashed at the poor ridiculous priest.
