P’Tulla was the first through the gate of shimmering light, emerging on the other side, thousands of leagues from Nydewia and now deep into the Theirian castle. Right behind her were Rzalla and Sir Devon, each carrying a banner. Rzalla wore the sigil of the Kraken Guard, whilst Devon’s banner had the King’s own crest. She dismounted along with Devon and Rzalla and waited for the rest of their party to arrive inside the palatial room they had materialized in. It was much larger than the Nydewian Gate Room, but all the same it was a closed off space with just one exit and entrance. P’Tulla handed the reins of her mount to Rzalla and then motioned Devon to follow her. She walked over to the large iron doors and banged on them furiously.<strong> “Open this gate in the name of King Haidar of Nydewia. We are here on the invitation of your own Royal family!” </strong><br/><br/>As she waited for a response, she eyed Ser Devon. The blonde-haired man was certainly the most striking figure amongst her Kraken guard, but she had recruited him for his skill with a sword. Still, he appeared a bit more nervous than usual.<strong>“What troubles you, Sir Devon? You do not fear the Aserites, do you?”</strong>She couldn’t imagine anyone fearying the Theirians.<strong> “It is nothing Lady P’Tulla. It’s just that I’ve been here before, and I did not leave on very good terms. Nor did I in my own country. So both families might think ill of my presence here.”</strong>P’Tulla waved off his concerns.<strong>“It is no concern of yours, Sir Devon. Whatever your past dealings with either of these people, you are a member of King Haidar’s entourage now. If anyone here forgets that, we will deal with them.”</strong>Losing her patience, she banged on the iron gate again, wondering if this had all been an intricate trap to get rid of the Nydewians in one vile scheme.<br/>