Setting The Room

Singing Grove didn't wait to hear Phoenix's reply and swung her arm in a wide arc. Almost instantly, all three of them disappeared from the throne room, and reappeared into the sixth-floor room, startling the gnomish mage who resided and worked there.

"What in tarnation?!" the old gnome exclaimed, dropping the papers he had in hand.

He brought a hand over his heart, trying to calm his palpitating heart, as three people appeared on his floor unannounced. To make matters even worse, two were the monarchs, and the last was a councilwoman.

"We are using the facilities," Lady Grove said, her face still in a devilish grin.

The gnome's face fell, his mouth dropping low, as the words stunned him.

"I… I… What?"

Astaroth wanted to laugh at the situation, but he was already thinking about the Fey's powers, and what to expect.