Old Ledo strolled in last and the great doors began swinging to.
"O Great Prince Toka," Alota bid. "When you have refreshed yourself, we shall return to escort you to your banquet."
As the doors snugged together, Toka was to them, ear to the crevice where they joined.
"Well?" Rok urged impatiently.
"Gone back up the Hall." Toka pressed this side of the doors. No action.
"We could tune up our little axes on them," Rok suggested laconically. Toka hesitated.
Old Ledo was dry. "Perhaps we'll meet the so-called brains of this mad society at that banquet."
"Likely." Toka joined in cataloguing the room.
Windowless, and illumined by the softly glowing ceiling, it was a restful lounge room. Roya pushed open the plain green door at the rear. Battle-axes idling, Toka and the others followed. A short cross-corridor led into luxurious bedrooms. The left one had three large beds, the right two huge ones.
"Everything for every one of us," Roya mused.