Role play part -5- (Patreon)

You listen to your instincts and turn left.

You follow a corridor leading to a tall door, decorated with carvings. It must be the throne room, you open the door and hold on to your sword. It's too dark and lonely. You can't see anything, but feel a strong presence in the room. A deep sound echoes from the walls, as if the walls themselves are breathing.

"Are they that desperate? Sending lambs, broken pitiful boys like you, playing with a shiny metal as if he wielded a sword in his life before? Are they so desperate and blind enough to believe in such lies, saying there are riches in these lands? For my eyes only seen death and disaese, grim scenes and nothing more. Is he that desperate? Calling himself a king,  running away from his lands the moment he sees danger. Are you that naive to believe such lies? Then, come to me boy. I hope you know what you're doing with that thing in your hands."