I watch Leopold carefully. His expression is hard to read.
We all stand in silence while King Henri stares at us solemnly. He has bags under his eyes, and his hair seems more frazzled than before. I don't see anyone in the room except for King Henri, Leopold, and the five of us.
Eventually, the king takes a deep breath, as if steadying himself. "Tell me what transpired."
Roland bows his head, placing a hand over his heart. "Yes, Your Majesty. I'm afraid, in short...we failed to retrieve the Angel's Tear from the Forbidden Lands, and it's since been stolen by our mysterious mage."
The king's eyes narrow and he studies each of us intently. "That does not answer the question. What transpired in detail."
