Steady footfalls echoed within the hostelry of the guest house where Leona and a few other nobles were currently residing, the red carpet rolled across the floor with luxurious aesthetics made to suit the royal's preference.
Azazel hadn't even bothered taking the normal route in.
He was tired, and not in the best mood to indulge the receptionist or the guards.
To bypass them would've been easier if he had gone in with Elias but he didn't do so.
He had a reason for coming even though he wanted nothing more than to rest, his sister's health was much more important and he was yet to deliver the herbs.
Just before arriving, he had taken the herbs out of the spatial space within his jester's garment and had arranged them neatly along with a note on how to brew them for Leona.
He strolled up the bifurcated staircase with the casual demeanor of a noble who owned the place.
His steps weren't hurried, nor were they tense, even though he was practically trespassing, he did so in style.
