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[A young man marches swiftly along the streets of the Wonderland Distract, occasionally glancing at the key clutched in his hand to check the address on it. If this was any other city, he would be certain to attract stares; whether the stares were unsettled or longing might depend on the gender of the individual. Of course, it is not any other city, it is the city of Splendor, and a prince parading around in full royal regalia probably doesn't come across as especially interesting.
He wants to reach what is apparently to be his home, as one would expect, but he's also taking a moment to explore as much as he can. Perhaps if he can learn enough about this place, he will be able to return to his princess quickly. Already regret strikes deeply in his heart for even approaching that accursed music box, and allowing himself to be lured from his true home once again. For the moment, at least, Siegfried's greatest wish is one that will not be answered, but he hardly seems to be moping about it. His strides have their purpose, to bring him somewhere that he might find something that qualifies under the vague conditions of "useful."
Ah, but it's not as though he has nothing. He pulls the seal out with a flourish, holding it aloft before himself with the tips of his fingers. He treats it as some grand magical artifact, which it probably is, but it's not one that would usually require such ceremony.]
What is the meaning of this? Why have I been brought here?
[He doesn't wait for anyone's response to continue on his way. There wouldn't be a point in lingering, just a potential delay at what could be the worst possible time. He has no way to judge. The seal stays tightly in his grip, however, in the hope of receiving some answer.]
He wants to reach what is apparently to be his home, as one would expect, but he's also taking a moment to explore as much as he can. Perhaps if he can learn enough about this place, he will be able to return to his princess quickly. Already regret strikes deeply in his heart for even approaching that accursed music box, and allowing himself to be lured from his true home once again. For the moment, at least, Siegfried's greatest wish is one that will not be answered, but he hardly seems to be moping about it. His strides have their purpose, to bring him somewhere that he might find something that qualifies under the vague conditions of "useful."
Ah, but it's not as though he has nothing. He pulls the seal out with a flourish, holding it aloft before himself with the tips of his fingers. He treats it as some grand magical artifact, which it probably is, but it's not one that would usually require such ceremony.]
What is the meaning of this? Why have I been brought here?
[He doesn't wait for anyone's response to continue on his way. There wouldn't be a point in lingering, just a potential delay at what could be the worst possible time. He has no way to judge. The seal stays tightly in his grip, however, in the hope of receiving some answer.]