We nod respectfully in understanding, which makes Roland laugh again, as though it's funny. "Yes, yes, alright. Don't let that temper ruin your day, Leo. I'm sure you've got more important duties to attend to than to berate me."
With that said, we file quietly into the palace. Not a guard says a word to us, given we were ushered in by the captain.
Once we're out of earshot, Roland turns his attention to Lucas. "So then. Where in this palace is the key?"
Lucas gives a sheepish smile. "My map's not that pin-point. I know it's in here somewhere, though."
The hallway we entered the palace through leads to an immense corridor, filled with statues of former monarchs lined up in rows, tapestries depicting various events throughout history, paintings hanging upon the walls...everything looks pristine and extravagant, making our simple attire seem out of place compared to everything around us.
