Kion strapped his scrolls and the remainder of the storm-pills he'd brought on the journey with him. He was sure not to use them anytime soon, Shaman's warnings replaying in his head, but he carried them with him just in case.
He sheathed his sword and proceeded outside, only to bump headfirst into Penelope, who seemed to be rushing somewhere.
"Why are you in such a rush?" Kion asked her.
"Sorry, my lord. I was coming to get you actually. His majesty, Kai, says it's time for us to move."
"Of course he did." Kion began to walk down the corridor. Penelope rushed after him.
"My lord. If you don't mind, I would like to draw you a bath to soothe your muscles for the journey ahead." The maid said, while fidgeting nervously with her fingers.
"It's fine thank you. I've already had one." Kion relied sternly, not turning his back even once.
Even before she'd blurted it out, Kion could feel her rage simmering just below the surface from behind him.
