Wilmore snatched his sword from the wall and left his chamber.
Getting down the stairs, he saw Eliot was stuck between his men who were checking Eliot's sword.
"Your grace, this kid has a Fae blade!"
Announced Karim who was about to leave with Winston.
"Yes, they have fae friends, I suggest you find generous friends who would aid us! Get lost now!"
Karim raised his arms in surrender, seemed the prince liked the kid too much.
"Eliot, come! You are assisting me today."
Wilmore asked and took his sword back, following the prince.
Inside the hall, he stopped by the fireplace and picked his cloak that had gray fur around its neck. He began to wear it.
"You know that you must burn the secrets on the depth of your inward Abyss, don't you?"
"Yes, your highness."
Wilmore finished and extended his hand for the Fae silver. The young man offered his sword.
