Flint Whiteshorn looked to the walls of the Palace, he had been only twice in his lifetime. The last of which was a very long time ago. He walked to the guard who he was to surrender his weapons to and noted many did not. “Seems people cant trust others in these modern times” Flint muttered allowed as he placed his cane under his arm and retrieved the small hand crossbow from his belt. The mechanism looked confusing, a system of cogs and twine, but it allowed the small device to quickly load a second shot after the first. It was the only one of its kind, and Flint cherished the device deeply. “Keep that safe” he muttered, realising the guard had no idea what magnificence he held in his hand. He waved away his own personal guards, allowing them to explore how they wish. Flint felt safe in the capable hands of the kingdom after all. 

Flint then turned on his heel and began to walk, looking to the magnificent paintings on the walls, he found one depicting his own kingdom, the elephants where drawn as they always where outside of Flints abode, Huge and monstrous, reigning down terror and destruction in its wake. This always amused him as he knew that elephants could be just as friendly as any horse or dog. He continued his walk, glancing to each painting of each house with amusement, the cane in his hand helping his slow walk. The ornament at the top was made of ivory, and depicted an elephants head at the hilt. He had started to use it more often, aware his age was getting to him, it didn’t help that illness also seemed to have began to besiege him. Despite this, he knew that even when he was gone, his kingdom would be safe in the hands of his son, Gading.