Zalia gasped softly, covering her mouth. "It looks almost like a bedroom you'd find in any lord's estate." She replied. "Maybe bigger."

Zalia smiled softly, as she walked over to the bed. She sat on the end of the bed, and her smile grew slightly. 'You did this too when I was here last.' She thought to herself, and giggled softly.

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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?"

'They are.'
He looked back at Ty. 'Fighting only to protect is not enough to survive the coming storm.'
Tristan opened the doors, and walked into the hall.
'My Lord, the boy is here. I found him, sat in a pool of his own blood.'

Hexy smiled.
"Don't worry. It's clear you're not the womanizing type. But here's a secret."
She looked around, exaggerating the movement, then leaned in.
"I find that... so hot."
She licked his earlobe, and gave him a wink.
"Just follow my lead, big boy."

The king's head snapped round to look at Tyrcestus, who was slightly shivering in completely blood-drenched clothes.
A thunderous scowl marred his brow.
"I'm going to tear him apart for this," he muttered, then spoke up.
"Guards, find new clothes for the boy. Tristan, go and find Mandrate, and BRING HIM TO ME. NOW."
His voice almost shook the room, and the guards scrambled to obey.

He looked down at the shivering young man, and Tyrcestus instantly knelt, still trembling.
"Rise, child. It's alright. You and your friends are my champions. One of them was very worried about you."
Tyrcestus looked over and saw Trinity, and gave her a weak smile.
"Are you damaged?"
Tyrcestus shook his head.
"Go, eat. After you have been sated, we will tell you about your first quest as our champions."

Tyrcestus moved over to the table, receiving a pat on the back from Clun, Vizard and Gizzard, and a kiss on the cheek from Hexy.
He blushed, nearly cried.
"Thanks... guys..."
He buried his face in his sleeve to hide tears, then looked weakly at Trinity.
"Hey. You ok?"

He bowed, the shadows writhing around. 'By your will, my Lord.'
The shadows wrapped around his body, transporting him to town Mandrate was in.

Zalia woke up slowly...thinking that she was at home. "My attendants didn't wake me." She spoke to herself in a groggy tone, as she sat up in bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, then realized where she was. "Oh." She gasped. "I forgot."

Zalia looked at the door, as she got out of bed. "Yes. I'm awake." Zalia called.

Zalia walked over to the door, and opened it. "Sounds great." She beamed. "But I think I should find something to wear." She added.

Zalia tilted her head slightly in thought. "Well, do you have any silk?" She asked. "I could make a dress."

Zalia sighed softly. "I'll think of something." She retorted.

Zalia smiled and nodded her head. "Sounds good." She said. "It should be fun."

Zalia smiled, as she followed Beelzenef. "I've never really seen how your clothing is crafted." She spoke without thinking. "It will be fun to watch."