Rorik clambered up the rope, into a duct that was easily big enough to stand in. Being quiet was a thing of the recent past, so he sprinted down the duct, hoping that Alvar was behind him, and came to the end of another vent. This one, Rorik was amazed at, was the throne room itself. Empty. He dropped down, landing silently on the lush red carpet. He looked around, wondering if there were any snakes in here.