The clip-clop from the horses' hooves finally came to a stop in front of a mansion. The fences were adorned with various flowers as its coiled around the tip, almost touching both of the lamp's frame. As the gate was made of thick wood, one couldn't see what's hiding behind it, however, from one glance, they would understand that the owner's status was no ordinary noble in the street.
*creak
The gate was cut in half as it slid to the right and to the left. Revealing an old butler that took a bow. "Welcome back lady Clemora and lady Biane." Though the butler was clearly old, his voice was as fresh as any middle-aged man would sound.
"Yes, thank you, Graff," said Clemora as she jumped down from the seat and proceed further in the mansion. Biane followed suit as she held Fenrir in her hands.
"My, you two sure don't look so well," said Graff as he continued with a chuckle, "Ah, please hold your liquor next time."
