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?"

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