> Spit on the Sanae statue.
>Look at the statues.
>You look around at the statues, and there's quite a few of them to be seen. Many of them are written in languages, and sometimes scripts you don't recognize. There are all kinds of people here, many are warriors in various kinds of armor or sometimes a distinct lack of armor. Some strike more humble figures of common-looking people in simple clothing. I few don't seem heroic is special at all, looking like kitchen staff among the aristocracy. Mistress would probably love this place.
>While looking for a familiar face, you do come across one that bears a name you recognize: King Arthur Pendragon. He is of the first category; a handsome, effeminate young man clad in plates of metal, somewhat resembling the decorative suits of armor that Mistress keeps. His sword is a large, double-bladed affair, resting on the ground point-first with his hands folded over the pommel. You have to confess, he cuts a very regal figure.
>The building itself looms close by.
>_