'I've seen this place before in my vision! That little girl, this was the place she was trying to escape and pleaded with me to help her. So she really was the princess of the Sorrow Kingdom. Is she even alive now? I must go back and try to see her in the visions.'
"Young priest? Priest! Wake up!"
Sylvester shook his head and came back to his senses. "Ah, forgive me, your grace. I merely fell into some deep thoughts. We should be arriving now."
Sylvester noticed the crowds were getting less on the city's wide roads, and more soldiers were appearing. The streets were cleaner, and the giant castle was very close, just behind the last wall from where the bridge on the lava moat was to be crossed.
"Halt! State your identity!"
The guards at the gates were especially armed with neat and clean armour. Their swords were already unsheathed, and their visors were down. There were four with swords, four with spears, and two were horse riders.
