"Is this it?" Damian asked as he stood before a stone door.
Currently, he and Horace were in the great hall used for the gathering of the dukes.
The armored knights standing guard silently watched as Damian inspected the door.
The previously dimly lit hall was not so dark anymore as gas lamps lit up the entire hall, revealing various art drawn on the walls and ceiling about a group of armored knights that triumphed in the wars fought at the beginning of the Dark Ages against the armies of men.
After taking some time to study the drawings on the walls, Damian couldn't help but comment in a disdainful tone. "The sleeping place of the legendary Silver Knights turned into a meeting hall for incompetent leaders."
Horace, standing behind him with his head bowed, replied softly. "We had no choice, to avoid getting into altercations with the Liason."
"Tch, I didn't ask for an explanation," Damian remarked. "So how do we get in?"
