"You! Thurul, are you crazy!? You know by doing this, you are no longer part of the royal family!" I turned and gave the well dressed dwarf a strange look. It seemed there was more to things than what was being said.
"Humph! You can't ever open the vault without me. My blood has been inscribed into the magic circle since birth, and without me there, you can never sit on the throne. I never planned to help you retrieve what was inside. So your kingly status will never come to fruition. You are bound by the magic to never be able to open it to claim the throne. Even if Father dies, you will never officially become king even if you name yourself as such, as each king must go into the vault and retrieve the Dreadnaught Hammer." Thurul's tone was full of mockery, causing the well dressed dwarf's face to twist.