They were escorted to the royal palace under heavy guard.
They were polite, well, it wasn't the word Fritz would use to describe it. The guards felt…bored? Like it was a routine that they'd done a million times before and knew by heart.
Wide halls of carved stone opened before them, lit by steady manalite lamps that flickered in and out. Several servants guided them to guest chambers overlooking the inner district, where the stonework was cleaner and the streets below were noticeably quieter.
They were fed well, with an assortment of meats, fruits, and vegetables that would be common for any royalty. If Fritz didn't know any better, about the manalite and monsters, he would've thought himself a welcomed guest.
Yet, there was an odd part that none of the workers ever said out loud.
They haven't met either king or queen of Khaz Vordun yet.
"Their Majesties are currently occupied," the attendant said for the third time that day, head bowed. "We ask for your patience."
