Two men were cutting through Lunaris Keep in parallel.
One was a king looking for the infirmary while the other was a prince looking for a reckoning.
Sterling: This keep really has no security at all. A strike team is sweeping the halls and no one gives a damn.
Ryker: We could literally be assassins.
Two wrong turns. One dead end. Finally, Maddox decided to ask for directions.
First attempt: a stammering, terrified wolf gave directions so fucked that landed them in the kitchen.
Ryker: Should I help or is this too entertaining?
Sterling: Don't you dare.
Second attempt: a wolf gave crystal clear directions and they ended up in a fucking storage room.
Maddox: This Keep makes no goddamn sense.
Ryker: It's a rectangle.
Maddox: Say that again and I'll make you one.
Ryker: ...I don't even know what that means but I believe the threat.
While Maddox was lost in a gaslighting rectangle, Cassian knew exactly where he was going.
One of those problems was funny.
