[He lingered in the throne room. That didn't seem to bode well for him, and he furrowed his brow. Too much had happened for him to write it odd as part of the impressiveness of the temple. He did follow Zetta through that smaller door, but instead of catching up the distance he was following at only increased.]
So there's going to be a throne in my room too, right?
[...His coping mechanisms were probably becoming more and more obvious.]
no subject
So there's going to be a throne in my room too, right?
[...His coping mechanisms were probably becoming more and more obvious.]