*Tryan Magical Palace*
Within the remains of the palace is the dampness that does not belong to the air outside.
Despite the courtyard being open to the elements, the odour and humidity are quite different. The ground covering is sparse and those that grow are the shade-loving flora of broadleaf and juicy stem, interspersed with tufts of grass.
It's a fine place to corral horses overnight, Freedom to roam in the palace without the option of running away.
Chris sits, perspiring skin caressed by the cooler air, his body felt like it is travelling - rocking with the movement of his steads. The shade is a luxury after the summer heat.
"Tonight I will sleep like the king of this decrepit palace and execute my wrath on anyone intent on playing jester"
Chris said as he intends to lie down b
