“Next!” A voice bellowed from behind the large, wooden doors that seperated the ornate corridor from the throne room. With a click, one of the doors opened, and a small man with terrible acne in a guard’s uniform two sizes too big appeared. He set his halberd (+ 1 against souvenir hunters) against the wall and unrolled a scroll.
“Sir Day of the Ranging mountains?” a slightly squeeky voice announced, “The King will see you now.” The voice cracked at the word ‘king’, and the guard clumsily plucked his halberd and stood aside.