Chapter 8: A Greater Purpose
"The royal seer?" Lucien asked, staring into Viral's eyes with such intensity that Rowan could just barely make out the smell of burning flesh as if a hole were being bored into the king.
"Yes, the most esteemed seer in all the eastern lands, her visions almost prophetic in their accuracy. You heroes must obtain your fortunes if you want to better increase your chances of survival."
As the king responded to Lucien's inquiring call, he lifted himself up off his chair, quickly waving his cape behind him with his left arm and turning towards one of the many willowing hallways that allowed traversal out of the dining hall.
"The seer's room is this way." He added with a quickened pace, pointing down towards the dark hallway.
"Wait, hold on!" Lucien bit out, slamming his hand on the table. "You still haven't told us why we need to see her. Let me remind you that we are your guests, and I can't quite trust you yet."
Lucien's sudden outrage almost flung the heroes back, staggered by the spontaneity of his words.
Rowan in specific was taken aback at Lucien's sudden shift in mood, although he felt a mutual understanding in how difficult it is to simply trust someone.
Although, in Lucien's case, it's a little extreme.
"Oh, I didn't mean to offend, Sir Lucien. Please forgive me."
Viral turned around, extending his chest forward to enter into a high bow, closing his eyes and smiling just a tad bit while crossing his right arm over his chest.
After a few seconds of sitting still, the king began tilting back upwards, opening his eyes to look on at the quiet heroes as his cape's drape along and down his shoulders and back ceased.