Extend the Story - Add a Room

Bob Sandbox (you) was sat comfortably in his chair watching the fire burn brightly and the smoke rise swiftly up the chimney. which is all he had to do since king Hooloo had banned public dancing due to the many injuries it caused, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. before he had managed to cross the room to answer it, the door flew off of its hinges narrowly missing bobs head and imbedded itself in the wall behind him.
As the dust cleared two figures, at first barely visible step forward into the glow of the fireplace and the few £1 tourches bob had aquired form a travelling tinker last wednesday.
" We are messengers from the king" they exclaimed. " dont worry, we're doin this to everyones door"
"well i was coming to answer it" replied bob
"you would have took to long," said the to burly messengers in unisen. " for we are on urget bussiness, every one must congregate at the palace gates in 10 minutes for a message from the king or face the consequences!"
they turn and exit the building. leaving the door in the wall and bob speachless.

stand there still gobsmacked for 10 minutes until they return