Finally, they make it to a wooden door with a metal frame, and she presses her other hand against it.
Once a *click* sound can be heard, she reaches for the handle and twists it.
Inside, there is a wooden bench with bottles, weapon racks, armor stands, and most notably, a caved-in part of the dusty/ashen ground, in the center of the room, just like in the thrown room, but minus the stairs and it being of a much smaller scale.
In the middle of the caved-in floor is a strange sword that seems to have a twisted blade, something inefficient for a weapon, but it still manages to pierce through the ground.
The woman lets go of his hand, and he looks around the room as she goes over to the wooden bench with glass bottles, and begins to grab a bottle of inc, a feather pen, and a piece of paper from the drawer.
The young man stares at the different types of weapons and shields that are racked up, but then he turns around and stares at a large body of armor.
He looks up at it with awe, before he sees something reflect in the chest plate.
His face.
He looks at his reflection and gets scared at first, scared of the motion. He then quickly understands that he is looking at himself, and stares at it shocked.
He's happy with his appearance, and glad that he looks normal, just like the woman.
He begins to contort his face in the reflection like a kid, looking to see the inside of his mouth from every angle.
The woman turns around to place the piece of paper that she drew on underneath the twisted sword, and freezes at the sight of him playing around.
She then chuckles to herself and shakes her head before proceeding with her course of action.
She then walks up behind him as he plays with his face, and peeks out from behind his head in the reflection. He sees her grinning, devious smile, and feels embarrassed, quickly stopping himself.
He turns around, trying to play it off as nothing while his face is beet-red, "W-what?", he crosses his arms and is unable to hold eye contact - At least, with where her eyes should be. [Again, they're covered by the tiara for a final reminder.]
"I wonder what I should name you?"
"Name me?", he questions still embarrassed.
"You don't have a name right now, do you? I was wondering if it would be easier to give you a name."
"Why should you be the one to give me a name? I'm more than capable to do it myself."
"Then what names do you remember?"
"Ah-…"
"More than capable, ha?", she cheekily uses his words against him.
"…Fine, just don't call me anything stupid."
"Ahaha, you're too cute to tease so harshly.", she says, being the shorter one.
She rubs his head as to not leave him completely alone in his stunned state, and then begins to stroll towards the wooden door, waving him over to come over.
He goes over, and waits next to her as instructed.
She then stretches her arm out and gets ready to snap her fingers, "Since everything is new to you, brace yourself.".
He nods, still shocked by what just transpired already.
*Snap*
The twisted sword lights ablaze, and the paper begins to glow golden, unaffected by the flame.
The symbol on the paper then spreads off the page perfectly and fills the caved-in space of the room's floor.
It continues to glow brighter and brighter, so bright that the young man can no longer only squint, and needs his arms to shield his eyes from the light.
"What the-!"
"RAWR!!!!", the sound of a burly man and a lion can be heard from the same voice, seeping out of the light.
A silhouette appears. A man with the head of a lion and taller than the 8-foot armor stand appears.
He is enraged.
The young man freaks out and starts screaming.
He grabs the woman's hand and gets ready to run with her, but she doesn't budge, she even seems to be smiling, and with excitement at that.
"BY THE GODS!! WHO DARE SUMMON ME BACK WHEN I HAVE *EXPLICITLY* MENTIONED TO 'DO NOT DISTURB'?!"
He looks down and sees the young man jumping out of his skin and the woman standing prim and proper as though she is completely innocent.
"Oh, my lady, I did not mean to shout in your presence. But please, do explain… WAS IT YOU??!"
"Welcome back Sir Aslan."
"You- hmmmm!!!!", his claws slowly erect from his paw-like hands.
The young man gulps.
"There is something important I have to share, and considering how you don't have anything important going on, I decided that it would be best to trouble you first while we wait for the rest to gather."
"In WHAT dictionary does the word 'EXTREMELY' next to the word important mean '*NOT*'?!!"
"Oh, don't be such a baby."
"… you're unusually cruel. What is it…?"
Sir Aslan looks at the scared young man. His whiskers flare.
"Who is this?"
The young man, on the floor, hides behind the woman's dress.
He feels as though doing that made the lion man even more angry, but he's too scared to correct his mistake.
The woman excitedly says, "He doesn't even know.".
"What do you mean he d-… doesn't know."
"I was reading my book, patiently waiting for someone to pay with me, and here comes to the rescue to save the day from boredom, The Chosen One!"
"…no. Nope. Nope nope nope. This is not real."
"But it is.", she grins from ear to ear.
'The Chosen One?', the young man thinks to himself.
"Who cares about some stupid prophecy? Even if grace guided him here, who's to actually say that it wasn't just dumb luck?"
"That would be fair to assume, but the fact that he has amnesia too is not something to look over."
"…Sh*t."
He turns to look at the young man, but he's still hiding behind the woman's dress.
"You, stop hiding for a moment, will you?"
He stands up, trying to respond with hesitation.