A whole army of mean-looking guards awaited us at Pitax's gates. They were led by a pompous buffoon named Wals

A whole army of mean-looking guards awaited us at Pitax's gates. They were led by a pompous buffoon named Walsh Celoway, a Pitaxian magistrate no less. "Leave now, Your Highness. King Irovetti's orders," he said. We looked at each other and...