He began to slowly walk around Ty, inspecting him.
'I was sent to access your condition. Now I understand why Mandrate attempted to hide this from My Lord and Lady.'
He stopped circling Ty, and turned towards the door.
'You are to follow.' was all he said before leaving the room.

Lacking an alternative, Tyrcestus meekly followed behind the demon, letting it lead him and praying to God he wasn't going to get cut open again. "Where are we going, if I may ask...?"

"So, er..."

Vizard nudged Trinity a little, twirling his mustache.

"I don't suppose you could help settle a debate for me and my brother, here... which one of us is more attractive to all the fair damsels in distress..."

His twin nudged him affectionately.
"It's alright, brother, I'm only marginally better looking."

"No, I'm better looking."

"No, me."
"ME!"

Both of them, only different by goatee and mustache between them, turned to Trinity.
"TELL HIM!" they said together, as the maidens of the court giggled...

He didn't stop walking, didn't look around. 'The King has summoned you. He wishes to meet you, child.'

Tyrcestus struggled to keep up - Tristan's stride was far greater than his own.
"So, I passed the test then?"

He slowed his pace, allowing the boy to keep up. 'Most of your party passed. The Trinity girl, however, did not.'

Both men looked frustrated, and instantly started arguing again, this time about who a girl was winking at.

Tyrcestus started at this revelation.
He looked up at Tristan, fear and anger dueling on his face.
"Where is she now? Is she OK?"

His expression didn't change. 'You misunderstand, boy. See is well and currently dining with the King.'
He stopped outside the hall.
'When I say that she failed, it is because she hesitated. Such hesitation on the battlefield will lead to your demise, and the death of your friends.'

Trycestus didn't really have anything to reply to that.
But then he remembered how savage she'd been.
"She'll fight if there needs to be a fight," he managed, knowing his own words must sound foolish. "I don't think she likes fighting for anything other than to protect. A bit like me..."
He looked at the doors of the hall.
"Are they all in here?"

Zaila's jaw almost hit the floor in awe. "You did all of this in such a short amount of time." She gasped. "Human contractors couldn't accomplish this much in the same amount of time."

"It's amazing." Zalia replied. "It's definitely beyond what I was expecting to see." She looked at Beelzenef. "What did you find down here, anyway?" She asked.

"Well, I'd have to see it to know whether or not I can read it...but from what you've described, I most likely cannot read it." Zalia said, as she followed Beelzenef. "Was there anything else in this room?" She asked.

Zalia looked around the room, then looked at Beelzenef. "Well, the stone table is an alter...probably used to pray...or for sacrifices." She explained in a calm tone. "Where did you see the writings?" She asked.