"The Graf?" the guard says (after being shown the document of authority), "he's most likely having lunch at this time. He usually has his meals in his rooms these days. Private like."
Mortus asks if the princess is around.
"Princess Katarina is out, miss," the guard replies. "She's off enjoying the carnival, I expect."
While the group are talking to the guard, they notice Chancellor Sparsam peering around the corner at them. He realises he's been seen, and approaches them (he walks with a slight limp). His eyes dart around wildly, and when he speaks his words run frantically into each other.
"Oh my, what's going on here? Is there some trouble? I perceive an atmosphere of - whatever is the word! - ah, anticipation. Dread. Foreboding. Things of that sort!"
Max bows. "Lord Chancellor, sir. The Graf's life is in danger, so it imperative we reach him immediately. Will you assist us, sir?"
"Oh, indeed, indeed. Indeed. He will be at luncheon, no doubt, yes, assuredly. Up the stairs! Come along!"
The Chancellor moves off swiftly but awkardly towards the stairs. The group follow him. Once upstairs, he leads them into the Trophy Room, which leads directly to the Graf's chambers. Stuffed animal heads line the walls, staring malevolently down with their glass eyes. Looted weapons, shields, and even the horns of beastmen are displayed on shelves and in cabinets, attesting to the martial successes of the Todbringer family.
There are ten Knights Panther standing guard here.
"We must see the Graf at once," the Chancellor declares, "immediately! Open the door at once!"
The lead knight narrows his eyes. "May I ask the reason for this urgency, Lord Chancellor?"
"Don't question me! Open the door!"
"Chancellor, are you quite well? Perhaps you would like to sit down for a moment?"
