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"M-my room would be best, I think. It shouldn't be guarded. Most of them are out looking for me, anyway...." Xipilli muttered, hanging his head, twiddling his thumbs. "It's in the west wing, the door closest to the church, on the first floor to the right, I believe." The boy quickly bowed to them again. "Thank you so much for doing this for me!"

Riddic fought back a sigh, but smiled instead. "I see. Thank you for uptaking this rather... unusual request. It is much appreciated."

"I'll stay, sweetheart." Zen was saying, strangely in a natural way. "I'll keep the prince and his priest entertained while you go do your charity." He felt like his smile was sore on his face at that point.

"I am not a priest!"
"He is not a priest," both men said at practically the same time, however, Riddic continued, "He is the Bejeweled of Cele-Sara. To call him such a thing as a lowly priest is--"
Xipilli quickly shook his head. "N-no! It's fine, really. I don't mind..."

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The ball room took up most of the south wing, leading to the Grand Hall. This particular room was perhaps one of the biggest, leading to each wing of the castle. The north and south walls of the room were merely giant ornate, intricate archways, while the west and east walls held a large wooden door, in which the family regalia was engraved. In the middle of the room was a grand spiral staircase that led to the second and third floors and was made of white marble.

The west wing held all of the rooms that were for the people dealing the church, which was located by the large wooden door at the end of the hall. It seemed the west wing was the smallest, as it did connect directly to the church. The prince's and the king's and queen's rooms were in the east wing on the top floor, while the myriad of servants held rooms in the lower floors.

Zen realized his unintended mistake, which was the sort he was trying to avoid. "Well lookie here Mr. Bejeweled!" Zen was thinking of the bejeweling things on Earth that Togada had gotten into... but turned that out of his head for the time being.

The red head reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pair of shoes. "Tada!"

Angela was hiding behind a large column when she saw a spiky haired man go into a room on the third floor--third to the left. He was dressed in white and his hair was white as well--something she had noticed was not an entirely common trait.

She frowned. He seemed to not be someone who should be here--at least, she was basing this on the fact that he had glanced around before going in as if making sure no one was around. She shifted slightly and then hurried over to the door silently, standing just outside and listening to whatever was going on inside.

The man glanced about the room, and started searching through the drawers, looking for something important. He cursed when it wasn't there, breaking one of the few mirrors in the room out of frustration. This caused him to bleed, but he didn't seem to care. Going over to the other side of the room, he opened the wardrobe and started looking through the pockets of every possible piece of clothing. He cursed again when it wasn't there either. Where the hell was it?

"Damnit, Riddic! Hiding things from me is not funny!" he cried out loud, to himself out of frustration.

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Xipilli beamed happily, causing Riddic to nearly sigh. However, he noticed there was a commotion going on nearby. He glanced behind them and noticed the guards were coming towards them.

'Ahh! I have to hide some place better!" the blonde cried as he rushed off into the crowd, trying to get away from the guards.

Only a few seconds later did two, clad in armor, come up to both Riddic and Zen.

"Excuse me, your majesty, but have you seen Sir Xipilli around?"

Riddic shook his head almost immediately, keeping a straight face. "No, I cannot say I have."

The guard didn't believe him. "I know you wish to protect him, but this is important!" He looked to Zen. "Did you see him, sir?"

Angela was going to initially slip into the prince's room (which is what this place was, she learned from the intruder) and hide somewhere so she could observe. But she decided it wasn't a good idea since he was searching for something and she didn't know what so he could end up stumbling upon her hiding there.

And let's face it, subtlety had never really been one of her strengths.

So she stepped into the room casually and leaned against the door. "Did you check under the mattress?" she asked.

Angela smiled. "No one," she replied. "I'm no one at all--or at least I'm not anyone of any significance. Might I ask who you are?"

His eyes were a rather unusual color--to her anyway. She had no idea what was really normal for this planet. She also wondered about the significance of that mark on his forehead.