Lord Garrick moved with unease through the castle's dimly lit side corridors, his eyes constantly darting about, searching for anyone who might be watching him. The banquet hall, filled with music, laughter, and noblemen enjoying themselves, was a distant echo behind him now. He'd chosen to slip away early, unnoticed among the hundreds of guests, each focused on their own enjoyment. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple as he hurried forward, the sound of his boots muffled against the carpeted floor.