The trek to the upper city and into the castle was an equally sombre affair. The purple and gold banners of Gethrenia fluttered in the breeze alongside their black doppelgangers. The halls of the castle were spectacular in their own way. Serving griffons nobles and officials parted to make way for Johan. The servants were humble enough, but Handy did not care for the looks the nobility gave Johan. They eventually made their way to the king’s chambers. There were rather a lot of servants, formally dressed griffons, and guards of all sorts outside the king’s door. It felt like walking into a hospital ward and meeting the family of a dying man as you passed by his room.