The door fell off its hinges at Sika's angry pull, revealing a grandly adorned armory behind it. Racks upon racks for the finest swords and spears to rest upon, shelves stacked high for storing the deadliest bows and crossbows, and stands aplenty to display the finest armor. The only minor problem was that the actual arms and armor had apparently not yet arrived and all this perfectly fine storage space was going to waste.<br/><br/>A heatless flame suddenly flickered to life on the ceiling at the center of the chamber, casting pale red light on its surroundings. A man's nervous voice emanated from the tongue of flame. "Y-you were sent by the king, right? Is it safe to come out now?"