Kath'tan opened the door to the most likely and least wanted person he expected to see.
Tarraz stood tall on the other side, staring right through him. "I would like to have a word with the mage."
Kath'tan kept his expression neutral, "He's asleep…"
"Why did you stop?" A loud voice caught their attention from a hallway away. "My patience is very thin, Zazrel."
Tarraz wore a frown for a split second before his expression cooled again. "I'll be back."
Kath'tan barely listened to what he had to say, drawn in by the unfamiliar voice of a woman who seemed to be scolding the Grand Duke without an ounce of fear.
He put a foot out the door subconsciously, his body already moving in the direction of the voice.
"Tarraz," The woman addressed the Archduke a few moments after he went out of sight. "Perhaps you'll be more use than this fool. Where is my son? Take me to him."
