"The throne room?" Arthur asked questioningly, his voice echoing softly against the weathered stone walls. His fingers drummed absently against his knee.
Lara nodded, her intelligent eyes gleaming in the warm candlelight that filled the room.
"Yes..." she replied, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "While this theory is not confirmed, every castle needs a throne room... especially ones this grand." Her gaze getting more serious as she spoke "Yet we haven't seen one. What we have seen, however, is what we believe to be the original door to the throne room."
"It was grand," Lara continued, her voice taking on a tone of reverence, "the biggest door in the castle... intricately carved with symbols we've yet to fully decipher. But when we tried to open it, it wouldn't budge." She frowned, the memory clearly frustrating. "Not with physical force, not with abilities. Nothing we tried made any difference."
