“We need to take a team to Lorlake!” The Princess burst into the dining room, her hands covered in what seemed to be dust.

The ones crowded around the moon-rock table looked at her with confused gazes.

“Why? We’re getting ready for the summer trek.” It was the man with the large beard and staff which doubled as a sword who spoke.

“Because, Sir Robert, the ink has been stolen!” The Princess yelled, throwing her hands up in despair.

Everyone immediately stood up in alarm, voices erupting all together.

“How was it stolen? I thought you had it under lock and key.” Lady Elsha asked.

“I thought I did too. But when I went back to the Ink Wells today before coming to dinner, I saw that the doors had vanished. I ran into the room and every single well was dry. They even took the pink ink with the glitter in it! But the room now stinks of the water from Lorlake, like kelp and papaya.”

THX walked over, “Perhaps the thief is from that cursed area, then.”

“We have to go.” HSAR said, snatching up his crossbow.