They didn't, as he'd thought they might, land at the palace, but outside the gate that he used to think of at the main one. Doing a bit of calculation and remembering which hand was his left he realized it was the west gate. The nicest one, with a nifty little red building out front and a landing spot for flyers marked with fresh white arrows, four of them pointing inward. That was the Two Bends fast delivery service headquarters for the Capital. His family’s business, if a new one. They still ran the local bakery in his home village too.
Near the building there were city guard in their red outfits with white trim, all holding weapons. Military grade force lances of his own design by the fields on them. Well, if they were planning an attack it would not be going well for them against this crew. Tor took out his shining and colorful weapon as he got off and saw them. He didn't point it, in fact he pretended to be directing his cases with it. Always best to look like less than you were, right? No one stared at him any more than they normally would at someone with floating luggage.
The city guard, good men basically, if too tall and scary, weren't the Royal Guard at all. As Sara and Trice came out with the Larval, one of the men stepped forward, glancing around with a stolid look on his face. Well, really he looked a bit pissed off and constipated at the same time, but that wasn't a kind thought, so he let it fade. Tor recognized him, kind of. Captain… Curtis? He'd been the first person from the Capital Tor had talked too, but he doubted the man would recognize him after nearly a year.
“Gentles… I regret to inform you that his Majesty King Richard Cordes has ordered all of you detained for questioning. Please come with us peacefully.”
Tor froze, because that didn’t make sense.
Not at all.