fear

Grail sprinted with abandon through the corridors of the King’s apartments. He knew that the penalty now upon his head was severe, and that being so deep in the Castle complex, he was already well trapped by the security forces looking to collect on his bounty. For by running, in fact, by lapsing in his duties as a scribe at all, he had become a criminal, and now he ran, not towards freedom, but towards his death.

Sensing this, he slowed to a trot, and then a stop. He found himself in a hallway shrouded in nostalgia, dripping with tapestries and ancient weapons. Ahead there was a heavy wood door, and most undoubtedly, the Kings Guard. Frantic and looking for a place to hide while he had a chance, he glanced left and then right.

Seeing an opening that seemed to exist behind a suit of armor, he carefully worked his way around the metal legs, in the hope that their shape might conceal him from prying eyes. To his surprise, he found that the opening grew into a passage that twisted down, away into the dark.