Before you can spring at the nearest guard, an unusual sound greets your ears from far above. The sound of a single person's hands clapping in applause.
"Bravo!" comes a voice, and you incline your head to look upward at the vast wall of the palace. The sun glares down into your eyes, but you can just make out a figure standing on a balcony that juts out halfway between the ground and the roof. It's a man's voice—the voice of education and indulgence, every word drawn out and savored. "But the street is no place for fighting," the man continues. "I built a whole arena for that. So I beseech you: Put up your weapons and step inside, as my honored guests. I'll see you in my chambers. You have my word that you will not be harmed."
You look at the guards surrounding you and see that, if you don't go inside, harm will almost certainly come to you. You have no choice—if you want to stay alive—but to step inside the palace.
You look at the nearest guard, who takes a step backward and, while still warily holding his sword, gestures at the open door. It's not the way you imagined you'd be entering Utrio's palace, but it looks like you're about to get what you came here for.
Enter the Palace