After welcome party had long since come to an end.
The cool evening breeze drifted through the courtyard.
Desmond and Felix stood quietly beside one Royal Steam Carriage, both leaning their backs against its polished black body. One hand rested inside each of their pockets while one leg was casually bent, the sole of their boots pressing lightly against the carriage.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
Not far ahead...
Tristin and Gareth stood beside Gareth's Royal Phantom Rolls, chatting with several nobles and Non-Nobles who had yet to leave. Every now and then, laughter rose from their group before fading into the night air.
A little farther away...
Basil and several others from their circle supervised attendants as they carefully loaded trays of expensive desserts and bottles of wine into the storage compartment of another Royal Steam Carriage.
Everything appeared peaceful.
Yet...
Desmond's attention wasn't on any of them.
"Felix."
He suddenly spoke.
