Lord Penrose stood outside yet another lady's chamber. The whole godddamn realm was out its mind and the keep was the seat of madness. At his back the gold cloaks shifted restlessly. Penrose's jaw set in determination. The sooner this was done the sooner he could leave this mess. His chain of office weighed far too much lately- it sat on his chest crushing down on him. He coughed again and touched the silver medallions. Almost finished. For now.