The young man dragged his feet on the pavement, his eyes were seemingly boring into the guards' when he stood in front of them. It took a good few minutes before the staring contest had come to a standstill. The young man, Khor, reached out his hand, and touched the face of one of the guards, alarming the duo quite greatly. "Oh good... I thought you were pillars. I was afraid that I was talking to concrete." Khor chuckled while the guards backed away, angrily asking what Khor's purpose was.

Khor shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me. The man sitting on the chair sent a messenger into my forest. Imagine that--- I was hunting a rabbit when suddenly-- I know you're waving your hand in front of my face, you moron." the blind mage sighed as he facepalmed himself. "Just because someone is blind doesn't mean they can't be aware of their surroundings. I thought you'd learn that by now. I guess that large pike is only used to make up for a smaller sword." Khor smiled, sighing in the process.

"Anyway... The so called crown-man wanted to see me. I doubt that I'm the only one there, but I think you already know my purpose." Khor tilted his head in inquiry. The guards looked at each other as they agreed to escort him to the throne room. Khor was infuriatingly curious, touching and commenting on everything he could reach with his hands.

"COOL! This is sooooo smooooth! There's a pattern! It's... like 4 sides, but it connects to another pattern! What sorcery is this?! Hmmmm... I KNOW! This could be a weapon of mass destruction!" Khor nodded as if he won an argument, gliding his bandaged hand on the unknown object.

"That's... the wall." one of the guards sighed.

"Oh... I knew that." Khor replied in a whisper-like voice. "Well, carry on, young chap! Don't dilly-dolly now!" 

The guards gritted their teeth in annoyance. This blind bastard was beginning to get on their nerves. The trio marched up the stairs with Khor disrupting the procession with his incessant curiosity. "That's a painting--- that's a vase--- NO! That's the maid!" was one of the most common conversations that happened during the pilgrimage towards the throne. Muffled voices could be heard outside of the throne room. "No, that is the carpet-- no, no, those are the windows, please... don't touch anything!"

The voices grew nearer. "NO! THAT'S THE THRONE DOOR! DON'T ENTER YET--". The throne door opened as Khor tumbled in, not realizing the function of doors in the first place. 

"So that's what a door is for..." Khor snickered as he stood up while brushing his robes. "I have to say... the last time I was with humanity, people just waltzed in." the mage stretched his arms as he suddenly stopped in place. "Wait a minute... Is this-- Oh, no." Khor trembled as his hands clasped his face. "Oh! Good. I thought I forgot to wore my bandages. Clumsy me." Khor suddenly stopped talking as he turned to the small group of people who were in the room already; he could sense them. "So, you must be the guy-who-sits-on-the-chair. I have to say, sending a messenger in my forest really surprised me. Although, if I didn't know he was human... I would have eaten him for breakfast. Just sayin'." Khor shrugged his shoulders while shaking his head. "And I have to complement your place on the luxurious objects that I've touched. It piqued my interest, ya know?"