"I sensed another person's aura within your quarters. Whose is it?"
Moulin paused, staring straight. What kind of question was that? Wait... Was it that odd man who jump off his balcony?
Moulin spread his awareness. However, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't sense a hint of the lingering aura the Morfaer left within the area.
"Whose is it?" Hadrian asked again. This time, in a much deeper tone. It yanked Moulin out from his thoughts.
"Someone unfamiliar." Moulin began, feeling a bit confused in his heart. He truly doesn't want to try and keep anything from the man embracing him. So slowly, he explained the strange event that occurred in his room at noon before his brother arrived. His words are concise as he told, leaving nothing amiss. Although, he had forgotten his anger and confusion now, the event wasn't as insignificant when he remembered it once again.
A stranger using his quarters as he pleases. Of course, anyone would be livid.
