Hannah looked upon the notice with glee. As she pondered which road to walk next her train of thought was derailed by a knock at the door. "Come in!" Hannah called from her balcony. Turning as she heard the large double doors open she saw Penelope in her usual attire.
"I see you are up and around. That''s is a good sign. How are you feeling?" Penelope asked as Hannah walked back into the room from the balcony. The sunrise behind her making it appear almost as if she had a halo.
"I feel fine. Great, actually. I completed a few roads. It''s truly amazing that my status could be raised so much by just a few roads." Hannah said a genuine smile resting upon her face. Penelope returned the smile before it wavered, "There are several things that we must discuss. Come sit." Penelope said as she sat down on the edge of Hannah''s bed patting next to her.
Hannah walked over and sat upon her bed. "The King and Queen wish to meet with you. They have heard several things about you that has...shall I say, peaked their interests. After that you will have to chose from a group of potential individuals to join your party." Hannah sat there for a moment absorbing the information.
"So meet the royal and pick the people who will help me kill the Demon king? Ok. Are we going now?" Penelope''s face was one of concern, but even so she stood and began leading Hannah toward the church enterance. There was silence as they walked. Though Penelope was clearly struggling with something she did not give voice to it. ''She will talk to me when she''s ready.'' Was what Hannah thought.
Hannah was lead down the long marble corridors of the church. She once more entered the large open cathedral where she had gained greater system access not too long ago. Still they continued. It took several minutes to walk from one end of the cathedral to the large enterace she had seen when last she was here.
A dozen men in plate armor stood at attention in front of the a set of large mahogony double door''s. Hannah wondered for a moment what kind of wood it was. Her eyes blazed gold for but the blink of her eyes before returning to normal. Hannah''s expression becoming one of, ''huh''.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.
Hannah used, Observation Analysis, upon the doors.
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Double door''s made from Bulgwood.
Bulgwood is well known for being resistant to most forms of physical damage and even several forms of magical damage. Bulgwood makes for poor firewood in most cases. However, with sufficient heat will burn quite hot for several hours.
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Hannah realized her autowalk skill had activated itself sometime ago. She dismissed the blue box as she turned her attention to men in plate armor before her and Penelope.
A larger armored man stepped forward. His armor shining like platinum in the light from the large stained as he took off his helm, he spoke. "Lady Lockheart." He said as he took a knee, his right hand pushing down upon the handle of his blade as to prevent its sheath from scraping the floor.The others behind him mimicked this action perfectly, every movement identical. ''These are some well trained paladins.'' Hannah thought.
The paladin spoke, addressing Penelope with his head still facing the marble flooring. "It will our honor and privledge to escort you and Lady Ashborn to the royal palace."
Penelope''s expression was now blank, giving no hints as too how she felt. "Thanks you sir Terrance. You may all rise." As Terrance stood Hannah could not help but feel she had seen his face somewhere before. Then it dawned on her. ''But it couldn''t be...'' Hannah spoke addressing the paladin before her. "Would your last name happen to be Crews, Sir Terrance?''
The large imposing figure of the paladin before her was a black man. During her many visits to hospitals in her old life she had taken to watching old shows. He was the spitting image of actor from an old comedy about police officers. She remembered his name, Terry Crews. He had died a dozen years before she had even been born. Having lived a long and prosperous life.
His eye''s widened at her her question, "Yes my lady. My family name is Crews. I come from a long line of fishermen. I was named for my grandfather. He was a man much like yourself, for he too came her from another world. You know my name, I am honored." The man''s expression becoming relaxed as he went on
On the outside Hannah restrined her expression, but on the inside, she was flipping out a bit.