This place had housed many great kings and queens in it’s days back when. It was humbled royalty with only a small need of a touch up or rather that is what Torano had been talked into by Eschle. “ A suited palace and a bit of spice give great leaders comfort by the slice!” she had sung on her way oblivious to the dark clouds overhead. The only comfort Torano had felt was the weight of 500 tabs of gold hoisted off himself and as he had taken seat on his broken throne only the warmth of candlelight brought him ease. “Who wants to be a king any way.” He had reached for his crown in weary hope that maybe it would be forgotten in a corner, maybe between two crates. His hands however met with much difficulty hoisting the thing off as a great weight befell his head “ What the…?” the golden piece had remained stuck to his head fast without a budge. “ Come off you stupid thing! Off I say!” his fight had been a valiant one as he turned this way and that managing to flip around in his chair trying all in his power to free his head once more. To no attention did he remark however the two eyes that watched in pure fixation to the display “ A king has come to stay, I would love to come out and play…” murmured the watcher.