"I hope we don't look like a bunch of country bumpkins," Colin said. "Let's keep moving, sir."
Dorn muttered under his breath, "At least I'm certainly no bumpkin."
'That's true, since you didn't see a thing.'
Colin grumbled to himself, then hurried to catch up with Mikhailo up ahead.
The group passed through the gatehouse and into the castle's main keep. As the keep was built on higher ground, it could only be accessed from the city walls, which was part of its Defense.
They passed through the main doors and entered the keep.
Beyond the doors was the castle's banquet hall. A long wooden table stood in the room, and the Flame in the fireplace radiated waves of warmth.
Albert was sitting at the head of the long table, with piles of Scrolls and documents before him. He looked completely swamped.
Mikhailo turned and perched lightly on the edge of the table. "Albert, look who's here."
Albert looked up, his eyes instantly lighting up.
