Banishment was a punishment, and he served it as he was told. It had been the better part of a month now and he was ready to have it over and done with - and willing to pay to get past this now. Upon arrive the Lord stayed in his vehicle, bumbling a prayer in his native tongue as he waited for the throng of people gallivanting through the night to pass him.
The Serpent furiously claws with what strength it could muster, wishing its obsidian claws could pierce the Lords chest and cut straight through him so it could rip open the passer by's, drain every drop of their ungrateful lives and revel in the blessing of life they had wasted. The thoughts were done away with as the prayer grew louder for a moment and the Lance gently tapped his forehead on the steering wheel before he exited his vehicle.
The first few steps were a shuffle before he found his footing more surely and began the most confident stride he could muster as he made his way to the Prince’s office. Once at the door he sharply knocked, waiting for word that he could enter.