By the time their prep time was up, Raiden had already changed twice, checked his reflection in the mirror, and packed his pouch three separate times — once for "necessities," once for "adventure," and finally for "emergency snack coins."
Kent found him in the main hall, pacing in front of the double doors with uncontained energy. "You're going to wear the floor out before we even leave."
Raiden turned, eyes shining. "You're late!"
Kent lifted a brow. "It's barely been thirty minutes since Captain Baren said we should get ready."
"Exactly!" Raiden said, as if that explained everything.
Behind them, Captain Baren approached, strapping his sword belt into place. "If you two are done arguing about the time, we should get going. I'd like to return before the sun disappears."
Raiden saluted dramatically. "Aye, Captain! Lead the way!"
Kent groaned softly. "You're not in the army, Raiden."
"I could be," Raiden said, already walking. "If they let kings join."
