Fantastic Felix
A young man stands in the middle of the antechamber, grinning broadly. He pulls his hands out of the pockets of a green vest to ruffle his dusty blonde hair, looking around the room.
He smiles. "
All this must have cost a pretty penny," he remarks casually to nobody in particular, "
nice place, this."
He grins, and saunters over to the king's personal guard. Propping himself up against the wall, he turns to the nearest guardsman. "
Nice place you got here! How long you been in the guard, anyway?"