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BIC: Regal the sentry felt far from regal today. The sky was boring. His watch-mate was boring. It was the afternoon shift, always the most boring of the day. Besides that it was freezing cold. He leaned against the doorway, scowling foully. He scuffed the dirt, hating his job, hating his watch mate, hating the fact that the idiot architect that designed this castle decades ago thought it would be magnificent to build it on a high, treeless plateau so everyone could see the glorious castle where the unbroken wind froze the soldiers to juvenile arthritis every winter.
Regal looked up. The tiny group that had been wandering up the giant staircase for an hour had finally arrived. There were two, short pigmy shrews, wearing blindingly colorful bandanas and gruff, unhappy looks. The day might get interesting after all.
"Hello, what ken I do for you?"
"Guosim ambassadors here to speak with the king."
"Guosim, eh? I haven't see any shrews in a while. How's your Log-a-log doing? Still steering the waterways with an obsession?"
The taller of the two grunted. "That's what we're here to talk about."
"Ah. Do you have an appointment?"
"If we don't we will."
Regal straightened. "No offense. It's not my duty to stop you. You just migh' be waiting a while. Through these gates, past the garden and to the left. Don't go directly to the palace. Speak with the Gatekeeper. He'll tell you what you need to do to gain audience."
They went through the gate. Regal settled against the doorway, settling down for the rest of a boring shift. He regretted not picking a fight with them, bad as it might be for relations. A wet-noodle slap and he would have been home early.