A young monk enters the scene
"King Rheodyn ordered this young maiden to the palace. He says
that she is not of Atlantean blood. I assume that she would await
execution or a trial."
"Execution?" you exclaimed indignantly. "I haven't done
anything wrong!"
The young man glanced over you, frowning. With your extra efficient
senses, you gathered that he was doing some very quick thinking in his
head.
"Leave her with me," he said to the guards, who nodded and
vanished in another swirl of white. He beckoned to you.
"We shall go to the temple," he
said.
"What is the problem?" a voice rang out as you and the
guards in armour entered a modest courtyard. Looking around, you
noticed that it was a young man in a simple white robe, carrying rolls
of fresh parchment in his arms.
