Two maidens were walking through the hallways of the royal palace. The older one was talking, while the younger one looked confused.
"So, what you're saying is that the guard thinks the bard hates him."
"No! Are you even listening? I said, the bard made fun of the guard in a song in order to get on the good side of the alchemist, who the guard hates. He's friends with the bard."
The younger one wrinkled their forehead."This seems complicated."
"Oh, never mind. So what do you think of the current King?"
"Not as good as Zyardran," she sighs, "he almost seems as clueless as a child being taught the butterfly effect. I heard the co-wizard had to teach him about the Baric festival."
"That must be humiliating, but I get your point. At least Zyardran knew what she was doing."
"It's a shame that she had to leave..."
"Speaking of the quest, what do you think of the Crusader?"
"He'd almost look like a shiny armored paper boy if it weren't for what I've seen he can do with his sword" they both laughed, but seemingly seemed flustered for a moment.
"Even so, you think he has a chance against a dragon?"
"He's not alone, he's got others to back him up."
"Like that Enchanter..."
"I heard he holds the record for the most weapons enchanted in a day"
"I heard that he once enchanted a sword when he was 10, and it's still strong today"
"Wow, incredible" they both say at once. In awe, rather than aspiration.
"She has a Wizard with her too, right?" the younger one says to spark the conversation again.
"Yeah... He was with that group of people who..."
"Who made the Dragon's Demise right?"
"Yeah. It's a shame what happened to him, though it's good to see him out, trying to fix his mistakes"
"That scribe though... Fantastic..."
"Best I've ever seen"
"Absolutely amazing"
"Watcha writing there bud?" The crusader asks, appearing in front of the scribe who is sitting on a rock. The scribe shyly hides his writing. Portraying his team the only way he knows how; through story.
"N-nothing..."
"Haha!" the crusader lets out a boisterous laugh. "Come with us and grab a drink!"
The scribe scrunches up the letter, and follows the crusader to his friends. Maybe he'll try again another time...
