Back at Lord Rolando's palace, master Royce was left in charge. The bells at the gate were shaking violently, the guards rushing to see who it was. "We are from Snow island and we are here to speak to the new Lord," a voice declared.
"You cannot speak to him at the moment. He is busy," replied Alonso.
"Busy doing what? Playing with his toys?" They mocked, laughing.
"Nope. Busy planning to destroy you."
"Is that a threat?"
"No, it is the truth. Can't lie to anyone."
"Is your brave little Lord going to slice me into pieces? I'd love to let him try but I fear I might end up squishing him up with my fingers and flicking him away."
"Ha! Never underestimate, I tell you!"
"Go on then, if your little Lord is brave enough to stand against me, let me go through."
"Fine. Only you are allowed to come, tell your witty little gang to wait outside," Alonso said as he took one guard with him.
