The journey to the Donjon was uneventful.
Alden weaved through throngs of people, mundane and awakened alike, his steps brisk and posture solemn. He attracted stares, mostly because of his eyepatch and the colour of his hair - at least, that was what he assumed.
He didn't think there was anything else on his person that could make him stand out. Idly, he wondered why Morrigan had summoned him again.
Wasn't it too soon to undergo another trial?
Perhaps it was another matter which didn't involve the Key.
Shaking his head, Alden slowed down once he neared the path with the snow-capped hedges, inserting his mana periodically into the wall, to feel for the entrance.
He found it a little odd how there weren't any Paladins guarding it. Then again, there wasn't any need, considering it was concealed in a rather obscure place.
'Maybe this is just a back entrance, and there's a much more official entryway somewhere else?'
