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‘Er... I’m pretty sure that we’re going to the solar level,’ said Hector.

Garovel paused. ‘The what?’

‘The solar level. The floor where all the solars are. The top floor of Bosliat’s main house was designed to have a bunch of solars, as a tribute to the Goddess of Light. Important negotiations are traditionally held there because they’re supposed to be, like, sacred. You’re not supposed to do anything shady in front of Cocora.’

Garovel didn’t say anything.

Hector had more, though. ‘The rooms are all on the top floor because they have windows in the ceiling--to let in the Goddess’ light. The design became a problem at one point, though, when someone used them to break into the palace and try to assassinate the king. Like a hundred years ago or something. So all the windows have bars on them now.’

There arrived noticeable silence as Garovel just looked a him.

‘...What?’ said Hector.

‘I really don’t like it when you explain things to me,’ said Garovel. ‘Just feels all kinds of wrong.’

Hector had to suppress a laugh so as not to freak out his guide. ‘I just, uh, happened to read up about Bosliat the other day.’

‘You and your castle fetish.’

‘I don’t think being interested in something makes it a fetish.’

‘Whatever you say, you little weirdo.’

Sure enough, after an elevator ride and a couple more long hallways, they arrived at their destination, which was a handsome room of mostly burnished wood with visible support beams under the ceiling--and a big window with bars under it as well. Of course, it was late enough into the evening that hardly any sunlight made it through, but a pair of tall bronze lamps still bathed the solar with plenty of warm light.