The lightsaber hilt is fascinatingly ornate for a lightsaber, engraved with swirling designs. Tull senses your eyes upon it and replaces it on his belt before shrouding it with his robe.
"Perhaps another time," Tull says. "I am sure King Evand would be fascinated to watch such a spectacle! I apologize for your treatment, it is most unlike our Knights to treat the unregistered immigrants in such a way! I will inquire as to why it happened. Please, follow me..."
Tull steps back into the lift.
Tull just nods as you step into the lift. It descends about a third through the tower before opening onto another floor. Tull shows you the way to what he apparently has made into your quarters for the night.
"May you rest peacefully," Tull says. "In the morning, we will stand before the King and see what can be done about your investigation."
Denzral rests up after his long day of trekking through the desert and sneaking about the White Tower's stad. It is nearly noon when you awake the following day. You slept dreamlessly and soundly.
Your quarters are small and spartan but for your bed and a change of clothes. Your pack has been returned to you.
Your droid is above you somewhere.
It can be assumed that you refresh yourself in your room's shower. When you try to leave your room, you are met with the grinning man that gave you the room.
"Good morning!" Lothar Tull greets. "You are late for your brunch with the King! Your astromech droid is there, waiting for you."