For quite some time, Athan leaned against the bark of one of the lush green trees while glaring at the distance of the structure's familiar outline. The elaborate beaming spires and rooftops that toppled several floors and in front laid down a decorative garden and lawn with fountains—seen from such distance.
The breeze that went adrift had brushed past the foliage and to his clothes and hair, fluttering them, and the orchestral sounds of the crickets didn't faze him.
His ears caught the muffled footsteps behind him, but he wasn't terrified when he already recognized who it was then.
"Thank you for helping me out on this."
Soon as Sylvester emerged from the thickets of the woods, his baggy cloak rustled through the shrubs and halted when he was several inches away from him. Beneath his disguise was his outfit in a leather coat, protective greaves and bracers, and fitted trousers to match his outdoor activity.
