As Arcanis stood up, Elyria's words echoed in his mind, he glanced at the King's unconscious body, before raising his head, to gaze at Elyria.
"What is this key for?" he asked, holding up the scarlet red key, that the King had given him. Apart from the odd color of the key, the engravings on it was also odd, like a dragon of some sort, but with ancient symbols that he found hard to decipher.
Elyria's eyes dropped to the key, a hint of relief and determined crossed her face.
"That's the key to the royal Armory Vault," she stated and adjusted the King's body, putting him in a more comfortable position. "He probably wanted you to have access to the Kingdom's weapons. He trusts you to defend our Kingdom."
Arcanis eyes drifted to the key in his palms, he tightened his grip around and and bowed once again. "Thank you, your highness."