Martin hurriedly ascended the stairs two and three steps at a time, the hem of his priest robes brushing the wood as he moved he wasn't quite prepared to start wearing any of the extravagant Emperor outfits he had discovered in his wardrobe. Reaching the top, he halted at the sight of the Blade standing guard outside it, who immediately straightened up, his hand rising in a hasty salute.
"Good morning, Your Highness!"
"Uh, yes, to you as well... Pelagius." The former priest responded with some uncertainty. "Is Jauffre inside?"
"Yes, sir. He is currently drinking his morning tea."
"Well, that is... good to know," Martin sighed, step