Carl led the way down the spiral steps and to the dining hall. He wrapped his fingers securely around the golden-wrought handle and pushed gently. The door swung open silently on oiled hinges, yet the people inside stopped their talk and turned to face the twins.Â<br/><br/>A bald and portly man called from his seat, "Hey, Road and Carl! How you've grown since last time!"Â<br/><br/>"Thanks uncle Paul. You've grown balder too!"Â<br/><br/>The man laughed at Carl's words, "When you grow bald, you'll appreciate it," He laughed again, stopping suddenly when his wife patted him on his arm and conversation built up between their relatives inside the hall.Â<br/><br/>Carl moved to the right side of the head of the table, while there was an empty seat for Road opposite him. His father said nothing but meshed his fingers together. "So Carl, the weapon is kept well I guess?"<br/><br/>"Yes."<br/><br/>"Okay then," He nodded at a servant by the door and the meal was served.