[Lloyd can smell the food halfway across the castle, but it does nothing for him anymore. He's a seraph now, as his father was. He walks through the castle at a quick pace, searching for someone. Or maybe he's running. It's hard to tell.
There is a small canvas bag tied to one of his belts, half-hidden beneath a sword sheath. He touches it every once in a while to make sure it's still there.]
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There is a small canvas bag tied to one of his belts, half-hidden beneath a sword sheath. He touches it every once in a while to make sure it's still there.]