The celebration came to an end and, one by one, the elves began to return to their homes, so did Lloyd and his brothers, still infuriated by Ryven's words.
The four brothers together with Paulo turned towards their room. The place was located at the far east of the castle. Faint light from the spirit stones shone, hanging from the ceiling, casting a dim glow over the wide couch nestled in the center of the room. In front of the couch was a small table, looking very much like a coffee table. Further into the room, behind the couch, were five doors separating the rooms from each other. Each of them were assigned to one room.
Since arriving, the brothers had been treated fairly well. Being assigned to decent rooms, provided with snacks, having servants responsible for their needs amongst other things, it was therefore rather surprising that they would be treated like this—insulted to their face.
Back at their room, Lloyd walked straight past them.
He didn't slow.
