* Oh my heck! Someone’s actually in there!
That knock at the door was Lancer clunking his head to it, trying his best to listen for movement. Ditsy as the boy may be, he’s the king now; this meant his word was law, no matter how perculiar or precarious his word choice was. His lips bite down over the heft of his floppy tongue, that which pushes out to the side while his teardrop-shaped cowl continued to cover his ears.
* Key? Nuh-uh. I didn’t see any keys.
* Pretty sure the Rudinns have the keys for the basement locks, but…
* The elevator never went THIS far before…
Stepping back, Lancer fixes a glove under his chin, those slight little white glimmers of his eyes practically cross-eyed in thought as he hums out in contemplation. His tongue gives one little wiggle before he’s asking questions as a concept of problem-solving.
* I dunno what “sins” are, but Dad put everyone in jail when the Knight showed up.
A finger points as the other hand falls to cock his hip out, a heel rocked to point toes upwards in a pose — cue him shaking his finger at the ceiling.
* Bad Dad! Big Bad Naughty Dad, going and locking innocent people up.
Nevertheless, Lancer’s more than happy to help someone his dad wrongfully accused. Or sentenced. Or both.
* It’s okay though! I’ll just go ask him where he keeps the basement’s basement key.
─ha? did he hear correctly? this one claimed it was his father who had locked everyone in the kingdom away? beyond this wretched door, inside their world & prison, further still are there locked in the floors above. then the other kings, too, have met the same fate? how interesting to learn what has happened in the span of time since his sentencing & banishment from the land. that would make this one is the king’s─?
the spaded king had a child.
* No, it is fine.
* The error was mine.
* My time here has made me…
* Tired.
perhaps jevil was too hopeful, too eager. though this level of the castle were hidden ‘neath even the deepest cell of the basement, to find one’s way here is an achievement in and of itself. however, he should not push the idea that it would mean they possess the key to allow him to return. pity. the prince beyond the door, inside & imprisoned certainly didn’t… sound competent, but beggars truly cannot be choosers.
* The old shopkeeper, I suggest.
* There, beyond the forest.
* He knows a secret.
* A secret about why your race is locked away,
* though I must warn you, he’s difficult to sway.
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