"Wh—…" August was puzzled at her question but before he could even say a word, a dagger passed, almost touching his arm.
"What the hell does that supposed to mean?" August yelled, grasping for his breath. " Hmm. Can make it work for it today. Will instruct Oliver to teach you that too." Azrael chipped to herself.
"Get some rest before we leave—.." Azrael stopped and walked a bit close to him sniffing around," —and you should take a bath. You stink like a rotten corpse." Finishing her sentence she left him there alone.
All alone, August couldn't help but take a sniff of himself too. It was not that bad. What did she mean by stinking like a rotten corpse? Is her nose broken? He shrugged it off, walking towards the door that opens to her house.
By this point, he was growing familiar with the setting of the house. The house was massive, a castle in its own right. It's divided into two half diagonally, the east and the west.
