444 CDXLIV. The Pleasantries (1/2)
After the magician's words, the questions that gripped his mind had increased dramatically, which caused him a strong sense of determination.
Finally, the four warriors entered the palace, after the large doors were opened from the inside.
The lower floor was a huge square room with a dark stone floor, like that of the walls and two long staircases branched from the central to the side areas, leading to an upper floor not visible from their location.
Other warriors were intent on walking in every direction, moving objects and reading books, making Dag guess that the place was their Clan's base of operations, complete with a library containing their skills scrolls.
”Commander, welcome back... I see that... we have guests! Where... where are Trako and Nok?” a low-haired man with a slick beard asked, wearing a long robe that touched the floor.
”Trako and Nok were unable to fight Dag, and they died before my eyes, dishonorably. They had the end they deserved, now find other two bodyguards for me, you have 24 hours” Kranus replied, without even stopping to talk to the man, who judging by his non-combatant appearance and the stack of books he carried in his hands, looked like one of the librarians, or an academic.
Sweating from his forehead and trying not to react to the loss of his companions, contemptuously mentioned by Kranus, who had already forgotten their sacrifice, the little man bowed his head and answered in terror: ”Sure, sir! At your command, sir!”
Dag and his comrades continued to remain silent as they followed Kranus, who began to climb the right staircase.
The upper floor was similar to the lower one, with the only difference that a large table was in the middle of the room.
”Wow, this is the meeting room!” Reidar said softly, talking to Egill and thinking he wasn't used to seeing such big tables.
A large window let a beam of natural light pass through, which in addition to illuminating the large table, illuminated the rest of the room, in which the artificial lights were all turned off during the day.
”Let's go to my personal room, so no one can follow us. Hey you!” Kranus exclaimed, calling one of the guards next to another small staircase that kept going up.
The guard bowed his head, ready to take orders.
”Don't let anyone pass, not even my advisers. I need some strict privacy” the magician continued, who opened the door that followed that small staircase, inviting his guests to follow him.
”Of course sir!” the guard answered obediently, without objecting.