[h2]Kitchens[/h2]

With the newcomers settling down, some of the participating knights backed off to watch as Parvan started shuffling the cards. 

What became almost [i]immediately[/i] apparent was that there was no way the two childhood friends weren't cheating like crazy. The deck itself was well-worn enough that it was almost certain that the two of them could identify the cards from the damage alone... and the shuffling itself was near enough impossible to follow when it was one of their turns'. About the best that could be said was that they were [i]somewhat[/i] keeping one another in check, for all that there was clearly another entire deck stashed in their sleeves, at least.

All of which made something of an odd contrast with the furrowed brow of the Hundi, who both seemed to be entirely honest... and completely unable to maintain any sort of poker face.

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[h2]Library[/h2]

"Mmm, yes, I'm sure we can find some spare clothes... Randon, come along?" 

It was only a few minutes later when they returned with far too many spare clothes--at least that meant anyone looking for something less militant to wear had options--and set out for the city. Quite in comparison to its modern day status as the black pit, [i]this[/i] Talderia was a city of gleaming white marble, one where Florian was all too happy to play the tour guide, attention flitting from one of the Iron Roses to the next rather than leaving anyone too left out.

For the most part, it was a normal city, sheer size alone. Aside from the occasional odd fact, like how it was unfortunate there wasn't a festival running today, but there'd no doubt be one along in a few days 'to pass the time'.

"... and obviously, [i]this[/i] road leads to the castle. It isn't as if there's much of a kingdom to rule, so the various kings and queens collected there don't have much to fight over. Prince Erion likes to meet newcomers, and he's usually keen to explore with Thrinax, so he might be able to help with your obstacles."

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[h2]Garden[/h2]

Seated in the garden, flipping through the pages of a tome on her lap, was a green-haired figure that might seem oddly familiar to Amy--not just by ancient portraits, but from having been seen in and around Candaeln these past few weeks. Although she glanced up at their passing, Lilette's eyes drifted back to the book--but she hadn't turned them away.