Nolan dismounted his horse and flipped a coin to the stable boy his sword resting easily at his belt and the bow slung over his shoulder lay there giving off the impression of someone well experienced in its use, he wasn't sure why the king wanted wielders of the Hero Objects to arrive but no doubt they were needed for something important. [color=red]"Idiot, he just wants my power for himself."[/color] his artifact whispered scornfully. "There's no reason to think that, you're so suspicious." Nolan mentally whispered back unsurprised once again in his artifacts utter lack of faith in humanity and cynical nature. As he walked up to the castle he saw some drunkard being dragged away by a guard and shook his head. Sometimes he was more inclined to listen to Loden than not.

 Nolan found another less per-occupied guard and asked him to lead on to the castle and after a short explanation of who he was, which really was unnecessary, the way Nolan dressed was rather distinctive, the guard lead the way to the castle. On his way there he considered how drastically his life how changed, and yet in some ways not at all. After all he was still fighting for his team, just here it was to the death and the tools for the sport were rather different. On second thought that was a horrible analogy, oh well there was a reason he had been a C student in school. Once again he reflected on the different views this world had brought him, a year ago he would've been worried about the high school exit exam, now he was worried who would try to kill him next.