The unadorned Rosenborg Castle, compared to the magnificent Assyria Palace, seemed even more ancient in its simplicity. Time and weather had smoothed the rough edges of the square red page rocks, and two massive bronze doors closed together to form an imposing winged tiger head. The protruding fangs of the winged tiger acted as a natural defensive lock for the city gates.
As Komer's three carriages slowly entered Rosenborg Castle, Thomas's Steward had already been waiting at the city gates to welcome Komer and his party. Komer felt a little caught off guard by the attention, but he also sensed that perhaps his arrival was very timely.
"Lord, I must first visit a friend of mine who holds an important position within the Rosenborg Court Mage Corps. If you need me, you can use magic to send me a message—uh, I can ask him to introduce you,"
