Perhaps. Or if not a prize, mayhap a key. Either way it would behoove us to examine the doors before I attempt to remove it.

[He nods in agreement with the Phoenix's assessment of the story the whispers seem to be telling.]

Aye, it seems so. And if the tone of the whispers was any indication, those doing the whispering thought that he was not quite so frail as his mother believed, but were unwilling to openly question her decisions regardless.

[Which he supposed made sense, even if it didn't sit any better with him than it apparently did with them.]