Upon entering the grand hall of the kings’ castle, Azyra and her company approached the end of the hall, where an ornate stone throne sat elevated. The king sat aloft in his seat, a leg thrown casually over the arm, his cheek resting on his open palm. With his mismatched eyes of silver and gold, he looked over them, taking in their haggard appearances, and cackled.
“Now you have made it to the heart of my kingdom and what are you thinking? Think it is over now, dear, that this is the end of it? Think you are clever hmm, to make it here-?”
“I don’t think I’m particularly clever.” She started, cutting the goblin off “I’m not very good at riddles, I hate puzzles, and stars above I’ve never solved a single sudoku in all my life. My company solved your stupid labyrinth and got me right here, face to face with you.”
He looked on wit