Damien sneaked out of the carriage when the noise outside fell silent.
His head was feeling heavy, his body was aching from the travel, and he could feel that his body was in desperate need of some aura.
"Let's find some angry people," he thought to himself and slowly strolled around in search of his food.
Even after walking around the guest house for quite a while now, he didn't come across one angry person. The people from the guest house were happy that they were hosting not one but five Royals. And the guests were tired like him, no one was angry.
"Why is it so hard to find some red aurae? Why is everyone here emitting such positive aurae? Argh!" Damien was becoming grumpier by the second.
