Three hours. The only thing he could do was stand there stoically, staring the Firthengarian knight and guards across from him the whole time. It was a gesture, you see. The princess had been asked to come in confidence. He did not recognise the knight across from him, and it was hard to make out details in the dark corridor when the moonlight was obscured as it was by the snowstorm outside. Whoever it was, he was prudent enough that if the princess, who was apparently his charge, insisted on going in there, all the Gethrenians with weapons were going to stay outside right where he could see them.