A journey to the Temple of Fiends

[Dracos]

"I shall...see what I can do." The king nodded.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Helena muses.

"Well, I guess we'd better see this Grensayer guy," she comments.

[Dracos]

"The horses will be ready for you when you leave the town.  They will be with the guards at the gates."

Dracos

[Anastasia]

Alex stays quiet throughout this by and large, nodding and bowing as needed. His curiosity on the matter is minimal, though....

"Your Majesty, what fate will befall Garland," he asks, vaguely curious to the knight's final and most likely chopping blocked fate.

[Dracos]

"He shall most certainly be executed."  The king responded swiftly.

Dracos

[Anastasia]

With a hopefully deferential nod, "Of course," he murmurs, finishing. Seeing nothing else that tickles his fancy, Alex waits for this to get over with.

[Olvelsper]

"Why do we need to see Matoya, sire? And she'll probably need proof that you sent us as well."

[Dracos]

"She is a great sage, studied in the myths of old and capable of seeing into the future.  Her wisdom will undoubtedly be of help to you in your quest.  You shall have the ancient lute, that will be proof enough."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

Craig nodded. "By your leave, sire."

[Dracos]

"God-speed, heroes.  May the gods of fortune smile upon your journey."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

'We'll likely need it...' Craig mentally sighed as he bowed to the king, turning on his heel and leading the others out.