"Finally," Hebaron muttered. "I can't wait to eat and drink as much as I want."
The burly knight's voice was brimming with anticipation as he walked his mount up to Riftan's.
As they entered the castle, Riftan took in a sharp breath. It had been ten years since he had last been here. Old memories stirred awake at every familiar sight. The shrubs and colorful flowers lining the paved path caught his eye as he passed. Finally, the main castle came into view.
"I knew about the duke's reputation," said Ursuline, "but I must say, I am impressed."
The knight was a scion of a prominent noble house, yet his voice was filled with awe as he looked up at the magnificent structure.
After dismounting and entrusting the reins to the servants, the knights climbed the marble steps in single file. They passed through arched doors that towered twenty kevettes (approximately 6 meters) high and found themselves in a hall glowing golden in the light of thousands of candles.