Aether lifted his eyes, the gate towards the Blue Rose... it was weird, he had only seen people come from it ever, and the same people going back, but never someone from the Withered getting in. It was unheard of.
Though it was also the only place in the Withered where Blue Rose rested all the time, the gate was owned by the Blue Rose; that small place was their territory, everyone knew that. You could call it an unwritten rule.
Aether approached one of the guards, keeping the hood of the mantle on. He didn't have a reason to wear the mantle, but he considered it safer. It was better to have armor on no matter what, and for him, this was his armor.
Even if his body was stronger now, he didn't know what surprises could happen.
