“Well?” Decimus rolled his eyes. “Should I be excited? Or will you just be wasting my time?”

Decimus drew his sword and stood to his full height. He no longer looked handsome nor noble. He looked like a fiend, his true nature in full display across his arrogant features.

“I couldn’t care less about your old father. Do you hear me? I swear I’ll personally kill all of you if you do not find out the secret of these stalks! Go now and bring me someone who can provide some answers! GO!”

The brothers split up, each resolving to search a different part of the city. They looked endlessly for someone who could give them some sort of clarity. It seemed, however, that the more they searched, the more they understood there seemed to be no one alive who truly knew anything about the locked tower. On the second to last day, they decided they would each bring at least one person who might be able to share something useful about the locked tower and the mysterious chest.

Decimus raised his eyebrows as he lounged lazily on his couch. The three brothers stood before him with three other people.

“Well?” Decimus rolled his eyes. “Should I be excited? Or will you just be wasting my time?”