Two vehicles entered the gates of the Royal Castle. Lord Chamsford had insisted that his private coach be behind the caged cart so that he could keep an eye on the thief. Undoubtedly, he'd have some trick up his sleeve to unlock the door. But he had stayed seated next to the bars of the cage, his back against one of the sides of the cart, examining his handcuffs all the while. The thief's scrutiny unnerved the Lord. As the carts rolled to a stop, Lord Chamsford watched as the thief grabbed the bars of the door to pull himself up, then stroll out as if it was unlocked the entire time. Anyone else would've been fooled, but Lord Chamsford noticed the White Dragon slink back into place.

At the Lord's hasty shout, guards grabbed the thief and frogmarched him to the doors of the Great Hall. The Lord was announced, and the thief named "The Holder of the White Dragon." The thief winked at the Lord at the mention of this grandiose title. Lord Chamsford hoped the King's punishment would be worth this indignity.

Chamsford, the thief and his two burly escorts approached the King's throne. The King was dressed in the national colours of blue, white and gold, his robes flowing over his seat. The group kneeled, the guards pulling down the reluctant thief with them before standing up and backing away. The thief looked at the red carpet below him leading to the King, and then at the stones that made up the floor. The King began to speak.

"You have stolen the sacred treasure of the White Dragon. You-"

"Finally." The thief said, diving to the side to tap the manacles on the stone. The bindings cracked like eggs and suddenly the thief was running to the window. The two Royal guards and the two private guards of Lord Chamsford couldn't react quickly enough. In moments, the thief vanished over the wall and into the neat avenues of the noble district. Undoubtedly he was heading for the more ramshackle streets of the common and poor.

Lord Chamsford pulled his eyes from the broken window and to the King. His face was burning with anger and embarassment. "I'm sorry, my Liege." he began. But the King began laughing.

"I now see your difficulty with the capture of this man. I understand your manacles are unbreakable, except when touched by stone, correct? But how did he know it, I wonder? I will give you the all the men you need to bring him back alive. I wish to speak with this curious individual."

Lord Chamsford's eyes widened. He wasn't sure whether this was a good situation or not. Either way, he would obey his King. "Certainly, Your Highness." and with that, he quickly backed out of the room.