[As Hermes continues along, the Phoenix drops from the rafters and follows him.]
[Eventually, the hallway leads into another room. There are four doors, each labeled with a placard: North, South, East, West. The whispers from before, always present, but muffled as the two made their way through the corridor, get louder once more.]
"Her Grace has requested we shutter the young Prince's windows."
"But we we've so little sun in the winter."
"She fears the wind will aggravate his malady."
"Honestly, she'll kill him faster with her fears than any breeze would."
[The whispers die down again, and in the silence, the Phoenix speaks up to address Hermes.]
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[Eventually, the hallway leads into another room. There are four doors, each labeled with a placard: North, South, East, West. The whispers from before, always present, but muffled as the two made their way through the corridor, get louder once more.]
"Her Grace has requested we shutter the young Prince's windows."
"But we we've so little sun in the winter."
"She fears the wind will aggravate his malady."
"Honestly, she'll kill him faster with her fears than any breeze would."
[The whispers die down again, and in the silence, the Phoenix speaks up to address Hermes.]
It would seem we're at an impasse.