Crash - bang! - all of a sudden the doors burst noisily open. The servants and courtiers caught eavesdropping and peeking hardly knew what to do.
"Loyal subjects!" Occultus exclaimed, clearly worried. "King Herbert is gravely ill! A magic potion must be prepared at once, but I will need dragon tears to make it. You must bring me some as soon as possible, by hook or by crook!"