On the other side of the room, Zevran was quietly watching mother-son-duo and their strange way of showing affection.
She's going to let the cat pick her husband for her? How could she think of marrying another man when he was obviously a perfect husband!
But.. maybe this would be a good opportunity for him. His beautiful wife was too stubborn after all. She was the type of woman where if she is told to do something, she would be the opposite just to spite them.
The cat though was just a child. It should be easy to convince someone as young as him that he was perfect for Amiria. He just had to prove himself to the kid and he would be in the clear to marry her! Even she wouldn't go back on her word if it was a promise she made to beloved child.
A silly grin crept across his handsome face, and light chuckle filled the room, grabbing Amiria and Mikel's attention.
"Mistress, I think that man's a pervert! Look at how creepy his smile is." Mikel chubby face scrunched up in disgust.
Amira smiled sweetly and petted the top of his fluffy black hair.
"I believe you are right, My Love. You should stay away from such perverted men. You might pick up some bad manners that are unfiting of a respectable mage."
Mikel nodded his head in agreement and wrapped his little arms comfortably around her neck in a full embrace.
"Mikel understands, Mistress!"
Zevran stood in utter shock at the duo. How could they call him, the most sought after batchelor in the demon realm, a pervert? No one had ever dared to say such a thing to him in his whole life time.
If it was anyone else to say such a thing then they would of been put to death without question. For some reason even unknown to himself, he wasn't mad at all. She simply too perfect to be angry with.
He felt like she could say anything she wanted to him and his temperament wouldn't waver in the slightest. Despite her unpleasant words, he felt a strange warmth tug at his heart.
"I'm tired of this." Amiria turned her attention to the old man hiding helplessly behind his desk. He began to crawl in his own skin under her ferocious gaze. If felt like a Tiger hunted and cornered a defenseless mouse.
Her eyes narrowed down at the old man, making her displeasure obvious to everyone in the room.
"Old man, do you expect me to die from old age waiting here? Show me to my room!"
Panic washed the man's allready wrinkly face white. His feet moved recklessly across the room, almost tripping over his own steps. He threw himself at the door and flung it open with his whole body.
"How foolish of this old shop keep! Please forgive me! Right this way Master!"
Amiria calmly followed the old man out of the shop, and Into the door that Alistair escaped to previously. Past the door there was a long hallway with a staircase leading down at the end of it. Wooden doors were spread evenly across the hallways walls.
The wooden doors must be the rooms with that kept the more valuable herbs and medicines locked away.
At the end of the hall, there was a dimly lit staircase that lead them down into what looked like a empty wooden wall.
Mikel looked very confused. Why would the old man bring them down a flight of stairs that lead to nothing? It didn't make sense.
"Mistress... this is nothing but a dead end."
Amiria looked down at her childs adorable confused expression, and teasingly pinched his chubby cheeks.
" Nothing can stop a mage from continuing the path they desire to take. Even if it looks like a dead end, a mage can make it a path worth traveling."
Mikel couldn't help but think his Mistress sometimes spoke in riddles. Despite his lack of understanding, he still took a mental note of what she said.
Amiria casually walked past the group and steadily walked toward the empty wall. She showed no sign of stopping, making poor Mikel that was being carried by her flinch from the expected crash.
To his surprise, instead of walking straight into a wall, they effortlessly past threw it like it was nothing but air.
After they pasted threw, the old man and Zevran followed shortly after. The only one that seemed shocked by the false was was Mikel. His mouth hung open in disbelief.
He didn't sense any magic coming from the wall at all! Curiosity overwhelmed his mind and questions flooded out of his mouth.
"Mistress, did you cast that spell? When did you have the time? You just got here!"
"Distance is nothing but an excuse to a mage. I made a special rune with the ability to cast illusions before I left the tower and had it sent here to help disguise the true entrance to the Guild."