Fionn skulks around the fortress, lurking in areas he has no reason to be in. Figuring out the ‘lay of the land’, he figures the vault must be in the heart of the maze of corridors. Navigating his way there is anything but difficult. He’s surprised how easily he found it. Getting inside is another challenge, guarded by two knights who take interest in Fionn"s shambling around the vicinity.
After some time trying to figure out how to distract them, he decides to just walk up and demand access on orders of the king. They laugh.
“Not protocol for anyone to just access the vault, Fionn,” one knight comments. “Even if the king orders it, which he knows.”
“And what would the king be requiring from the vault?” the second demands.
“What business is that of yours?” Fionn scowls, but then a thir
