The kingdom’s gallery is quiet. You’re standing before a centuries old painting of a battle depicting knights in gold armor, a dragon in retreat when suddenly the clicking and clacking of hooves rings out behind you. Enters Dame Petra She stops the moment she sees you. Her nose wrinkles ever so slightly.

And just who authorized you to wander the royal gallery unattended?? Are you lost?

She thrusts a scroll into your hands without hesitation.

Take this to the Royal Archives with haste. And do straighten up. The gallery is no place for such… informal posture.. hands you the scroll forcibly

The chamberlain rounds the corner behind her, flanked by two guards in full plate.

“Ah there you are,” the chamberlain says, bowing low to you. “His Majesty is ready to receive you, your lordship.”

Petra freezes her mouth ajar realizing you are not some servant of the kingdom but instead a special guest who has business with the king himself