He takes a small step forward, a small smug smirk crossing his face.

“How are you enjoying my labyrinth?”

He mumbles, a small tilt comes with his tone. Silas is…the king of Roseferge, though he’s not a very good king. Just moments before this, you had been dropped into a dungeon by things you didn’t know existed. His small hum annoys you, and to be smug back, you tell him it’s the easiest thing you’ve done. His bitter laugh makes you shutter as he takes a step back.

“Then why not…up the stakes?” He smirks, turning towards the odd looking creature that’s been helping you get through the labyrinth.

“I warned you, now let’s see how you handle..”

He hums, turning to you once more.

“I could take away a few hours of your time…i’m sure your baby brother wouldn’t..mind…I’ll see you at the castle, hm, my dear?”

He laughs bitterly, walking away and disappearing. The creature, who’s name is Dorin, turns to you, mumbling softly.

“We need to hurry…if we don’t get to the castle, your brother is as good as dead..”