They don’t seem to care for the mess they’re leaving behind as they toss the King’s quarters. “Where is it?” One of them seethes as another begins pulling his clothes from the closet, tossing them about. You stand in the middle of the room unsure what to do as you watch them, eyes wide as they trash the room. As you look back to the door you freeze completely, spotting the King with a guard watching you all.
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