The grand hall of the palace opened before them. Its high arched ceiling supported by pillars carved with the history of the Qomore Kingdom. They feel like its been ages since they step into this palace whil actually its just few days.
Banners fluttered above the polished stone floor. Sunlight casting long shadows through the stained glass windows. The air smelled faintly of incense.
As Eccar and the eight adventurers passed through the inner gates, rows of palace guards stood at attention along the walls.
This time, they didn't just glance or ignore them as they had when the group first departed. This time, every soldier saluted with straight-backed, fists pressed to chestplates. Their eyes following them with a look that held both amazement and respect.
Kaela nudged Mark with a grin and speak with low voice. "I guess they know something."
Mark gave a small chuckle. "Looks like word gets around in the palace."
Thorne let out a soft whistle. "Not bad, huh?"