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(Status: Post-Crisis. Civil Engineering Mode.)
Location: The Royal Palace - Private Study.
The Royal Palace of Osgard was designed to be intimidating.
It had vaulted ceilings high enough to give a giant vertigo, floors of polished marble that echoed every footstep like a thunderclap, and guards in gold armor who were trained to look at you like you owed them money.
Arthur von Pendelton walked through it like he was inspecting a warehouse.
He noted the draft in the West Corridor (poor window sealing). He noted the squeak in the floorboards near the solar (loose joist). He noted that the guards were wearing ceremonial plate that restricted their range of motion by at least 30%.
"Your Highness," a guard stiffened as Vivian walked past, trailing mud from her boots onto the pristine marble.
"At ease, Davin," Vivian said, not breaking stride. "We're just here to see Dad."
