Weeks later, you're blasted awake by thunderous trumpets and drums from the main courtyard. You recognize the tattoo eventually—'tis a palace-wide summons. You harness up Brute as quickly as possible and roll down the spiral staircase to see what the fuss could be.
You bump chests with Kitty Harlowe at the base of the stairs. Not wanting to miss the moment, Brute flings itself at you both, wrapping its hairy arms around your necks and generally making an awkward moment even more memorable for all parties.
"Did you hear the summons?" Kitty asks, smoothing her tunic.
"I'm breathing and my ears aren't wax-plugged today, so I certainly did."
"Well then, make haste, fool. It concerns you intimately."
She leaves you chewing on that piece of gristle as you beat feet together to Westfenster's main courtyard.
Onward